Your Job

As you look up at me your eyes so clear

Intending an intimate gift to make

Yet not like this, you down there, me up here

Touching only your head, not to give, just take

Your wifely duty, a pleasure traded

For my fidelity or new hearth tile

I will not let our love be so jaded

Though my pleasure in your love makes you smile

Okay, maybe for just a little while

But then

Let us be gloves, lying each our fingers

At each others' wrist, each our tongues and lips

Immersed in pleasure as long they linger

Somewhere around between each others' hips

This I'll do happily with you all the time

Because your job you say is my pleasure

So your pleasure is equally mine