My Blanket My Cushion
"A short poem on coming home to my lover"
When I come home from workYou reach outAnd pull me on the sofaStraddling your legsAround my thighsAnd your armsAround my chest.You cover me like a blanketAnd I sigh.“Oi!” You scold me:My boobs are not your cushions!They are though:Soft and ample.But...