You watch me from the bed Where we have shared love's passion, Your hair glistens in the morning light O how I love you, my dearest. My manly form weaves its way Gracefully across the room; Then I throw the curtains back On this bright April morning. Let the Spring sunlight enter And more fully illuminate The next daring stage in our Enticing orgasmic adventures. Dazzled for a brief moment By the brilliant solar rays, You hear a rustling noise: Precursor of new erotic delight. I am wiping my hirsute bottom After crapping on your carpet; An enormous steaming mound awaits For your erotic delectation.