Oh I'm
caught in the vice
of your being
'so nice'
stockings...knickers...vest...skirt
deposited so delicately
(like a little nest)
upon a moonlit
Venetian
way past midnight
hotel floor
where you now nakedly
transform yourself
into a paragon
of vice
(much to my
& your delight)
and oh you
won't hear me complain
about such
a fantastical transformation
for I am of
the well held opinion
that your
vice
is
oh
so
very...mmmmm
nice!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nice-vice/
