[after The Four Seasons, December 1963]
She did not keep still in some stilted pose,
but moved leisurely between upright and prone:
clad only in a pair of sheer tan pantyhose,
the kind with reinforcements at the toes.
I was young, then; inexperienced and callow.
The conversation might have seemed shallow:
consisting as it did, mostly, of moans,
giggles, gasping, cries of bliss, and groans.
Starward
[jlc]