Dominique Aury's Last Interview

I was only trying to please Jean
when I wrote O. It was not difficult
to imagine his ideal woman—

one stripped and helpless,
forced to kneel over an ottoman
while various anonymous men

fucked her in all of her holes.
He never asked that of me, but
I could feel that desire

hovering over us in bed
like an evil, dreadful angel.
Still, I would take him in my mouth

almost nightly, as if reading
a story we both liked.
And always I swallowed the ending.