More Is Never Enough

More is never enough, with my mistress: I must seek out novelty places Where we have never made love before For she demands total practiced concentration, And ever new surroundings; for her pleasure: Extreme positions; her legs up in the air My legs hanging off the table, Bent over the footstool; and now skating In circles, on the mechanic's creeper Doubled over red-faced, in the plough position; her hot breath Panting into my mouth, while I try to find All the right levers; and just when I get that rhythm so right- The phone rings, or the dog barks; The pencil lead breaks off yet again Or the page just stares at me, like a hapless sheep Until I wad it up in disgust. And I have to begin all over, then But she's so worth it; every word I can come up with, to try and do justice to her I could spend my whole life trying And maybe only ever get there, once But I keep on writing; Hoping for the proverbial lucky break.