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,
fingering
softly her
vagina,
planting those
hot kisses
on places
Brian misses,
as she moves
over her,
sucking her
not licking
as Brian
clumsy does.
O to be
with Una
in her bed
warm and close,
not with him,
dumb Brian
having sex,
getting there
once again
that sticky
semen dose.