1.

Only six hours ago,

(purring, I'll have you know,)

here was I waiting to kiss and be fed:

tidying up all clean,

preening my endocrines,

anticipating the pleasures in bed.

2.

Hoarded my testerone,

then came the telephone -

telling me how you were somewhat delayed.

Two hours later,

delays even greater:

hopes for an evening together betrayed.

3.

Greg has a stomach ache,

Manny's insomniac,

David and John come tomorrow by air.

Jann's had an accident,

Richard is opulent;

even Carrina's demanding her share.

4.

How in the hell can my

puzzled anatomy

sense what is valid, and that which is not?

Statistically, all of these

improbabilities

add to the feeling that I'm for the chop!

5.

Fuming with petulance,

brewing up vehemence,

sat here grimacing at all on TV:

switching it on and off,

eating Boeuf Strogonoff,

cooked to a cinder while waiting for thee.

6.

Oh what a teaser!

This genital pleaser

can juggle my gonads and tie them in knots.

Suddenly there's a bell.

Who is it? (Go to hell!)

Is that Elisa? Well enter! (Why not?)

7.

Gushing, voluptuous,

kick in the crutch to us:

there stood the Venus of Milo - plus arms.

Rapist by destiny,

shacked up a nest with me -

there to reveal me the rest of her charms.

8.

Hugged to exhaustion,

retaining no portion

of juices it takes me so long to secrete;

stag that gets rutted,

(both ravaged and gutted,)

Elisa the teaser has left me replete!