Red Dress and green grass

Some call her Sally
some call her Sue
some say there are things
she will not do,
Others say
she knows no bound
I ring the front bell
wait for the sound,

The door opens
I venture in
the madam says
“it’s you again”,
I go upstairs
with minimum fuss
close the door
now just us,

The bed is big
with four tall posts
Sally pours wine and
offers a toast,
To an evening
out on the edge
just three of us
on a narrow ledge,

High above
the river, below
not knowing where
we might go,
I’m in a white shirt
she’s in a red dress
but we both decide
that more isn’t less,

We take our turns
undoing each other
standing naked
lover to lover,
We touch each other
soft a first
the wine has barely
quenched our thirst,

We know this place
has Internet spies
our events could soon
become Internet lies,
So, we turn down the lights
and turn up the heat
I hold her ankles
and kiss her feet,

I take four ribbons
of golden thread
tie her tight to the
four posts of the bed,
And the video camera
directly above
watches our
attempts at love,

Our attempts at lust
attempts at release
to find salvation
or inner peace,
Sally is restless
Sue is content
as my initial
urge is spent,

I untie the ropes
then they tie them tight
tells me I’m now
theirs for the night,
Sue kisses my lips
Sally sucks on my cock
they both have keys to
my insecure lock,

Now a man has his limits
a woman, not so
they take their turns
and we go,
Past the edge
of common sense
and green grass
beyond the fence …