Sweet Moments

A girl laughs; but a man just sighs;  
The threshold waits; hands on these thighs,  
He could receive raptures in life;  
And I'd accept them: not as wife,  
But, as the mistress he'd enjoy -  
A toy for "daddy" to deploy;  
Learning the mysteries of his bed,  
Which is just one place to be wed  
To wicked naughtiness and all;  
Sauce, in his dotage, he'd recall  
With gaiety that should beguile  
Memories of the perfect smile  
And perfect lips for perfect kiss  
And perfect cunt for perfect bliss;  
But, now exhausted he denies  
Sweet moments that the past supplies.