She pretends
he's not there,

but he is,
over her,

making love
the third time

for that night,
she just there

legs apart,
empty heart,

he keen to,
making sounds

like a pig
in a trough,

his backside
rising up

and then down,
captured in

the moonlight,
she seeing

over his
broad shoulders.

Not his fault,
her husband,

dumb Brian,
she wishes

it was her
lover there,

dear Una,
from Dublin,

*******
softly her

******,
planting those

hot kisses
on places

Brian misses,
as she moves

over her,
******* her

not licking
as Brian

clumsy does.
O to be

with Una
in her bed

warm and close,
not with him,

dumb Brian
having ***,

getting there
once again

that sticky
***** dose.