affection

Mine were the duties when you spelt out the terms -

a firm commitment that I take you to your destination.

Impatient as I am to perceive reciprocal advantages,

I can't - but remain hopeful they'll finally emerge.

I'll purge myself of lust (if that's demanded),

but can't you see that a man must retain

unsaintly optimism in supposing that his luck

for fucking will change? Is it strange I thought so too?

A beautiful holiday prospect dimly unfolds,

for golden memories in years to come - romantic

panoramic settings with Mecca-points

jointly visited - ticked off as done.

But just in case I've sexual games to play,

"It's not that sort of holiday!" (you say.)