Dressed for sex
in your Sunday best
I sneaked inside your
womb.
Dressed like a postman
For comic effect
I scattered random envelopes
containing the torn up
love letters I wrote to you
in my youth.
The truth was our sex life
had reached its sell by date
and now it was time
for something different.
you refused ideas
of kinky bondage
and dressing in leather,
now it was time to
return home and
think of something clever.
What else was that poking
inside my satchel
it didn\'t take a genius
to guess.
You liked the batman costume,
but the postman outfit
you liked was the best.
I delivered my length
you called it a special delivery
the soap suds from your naked body
made our sex too slippery.
like our love I held on
for dear life
as you reach your peak
then laugh
as my dick gets stuck
in my trouser zip.
You point,
take snaps
post it on facebook
then pack it with ice,
then I remind you
that this postman
doesn\'t always rings twice.
- Ray