This is a unashamedly erotic poem

Even if it is a poem at all

My wife is named Jane

She likes the hot weather

And teases me

Without mercy

As the day matures

She walks around

Either naked

Or partially dressed

A white gossamer blouse

Worn without thought

Subtle hints of the treasures within

I often receive lace souvenirs

Passed without shame

When the time prefers

She pleads ventilation

But I know her truth



Will & Jane (2026)