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Holiday Humour (1980s)
In a hotel room in Copenhagen,
My love was then in holiday humour.
Her rasping words hurt again and again.
With no escape, they cut me to the core.
My anger mounting, she said:"Make love to me."
But my rage gave violence to her charms.
Yet after:"Your ferocity has drained into me
You have capitulated in my arms."
She'd planned it. I'd never understood when
Women had said they sometimes wanted rape
But by the right man, at the right time; then
I knew not when a pooch must be great ape.
Ashamed I'd ditched my protective role,
I admired how she regained control.
My love was then in holiday humour.
Her rasping words hurt again and again.
With no escape, they cut me to the core.
My anger mounting, she said:"Make love to me."
But my rage gave violence to her charms.
Yet after:"Your ferocity has drained into me
You have capitulated in my arms."
She'd planned it. I'd never understood when
Women had said they sometimes wanted rape
But by the right man, at the right time; then
I knew not when a pooch must be great ape.
Ashamed I'd ditched my protective role,
I admired how she regained control.
Published 11th Mar 2013
| Edited 4th Jan 2014
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