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Likes to make love in a rush

She drove me to distraction, she took me

Up to Hell, she told me it was heaven but

It wasn't I could tell. A troubled face, defiant

Eyes, her blonde hair tangled up, my sixty

Second woman likes to make love in a rush


She hasn't got a lovin' bone at least not

One I found and through the years it's safe

To say I've had a look around. Pleasing isn't

Easy, pray God a change of luck, with my

Sixty second woman 'Git it over, let me up'


I hold her in my dreams sometimes, a woman

Who responds, but then I turn and wake up

And my dream lover has gone. In her place

A sulky piece, a fragile love at that, my sixty

Second woman 'If you must, but make it fast'


She's precious little company, does crosswords

By the mile, then dot to dot and Scrabble take

Up a deal of time. I suppose I should be grateful

I've a wife with simple needs, my sixty second

Woman my 'Not now, I'm asleep'

© Joseph G Dawson

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