The only trouble with staying with friends

Is that one is not familiar with the geography

Of their mysterious apartments

This morning was a good example

I had dashed to the bathroom quite naked

As I was breaking my neck for a piss

I thought I had the locked the door but failed dismally

And Janice’s boyfriend walked in

The trouble was that we were so English about it

As if it was something that happened every day

He had become aware of my tattoo and tan lines

All in that ghastly second that lasted an hour

Later we all went for a coffee on the harbour arm

And I could not help wondering

About my well groomed triangle

Which had played a leading role

In my most recent embarrassment



Erotic Poems of Summer