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