Nymphomaniac

I remember we hired

The movies and watched it

In my old place

A dump with recovered

Furniture and a lovely couch,

That we fucked on whilst

Joe fucked her way down the train.

You took me in your mouth

And you did me slow, then

I did you fast and hard.

The movie was a glory

Of storytelling and of spite inflicted

On your ex when he got the late fine

Oh you laughed, we laughed

And fought and fucked and fought

Vast screaming matches that went

All night, all day. The neighbours relieved

When we moved out and took our

Fighting with us.

I watched it again, recently.

It's not as good as I recalled,

As rich, as luscious, as decadent.

And I knew.