Lady, my friend

i slid my blueberry eye inside her ass
looking for a masterpiece,
and felt relieved that i no longer
had to console myself playing the organ.
i was mainly attracted by her warmth and
wit and charm, but her hands
proved very affectionate and
inspired me to make a drawing of all
her sharply painted nails, for my own pleasure.
she had cut her hair short, and dyed it
bright orange, so i felt the old girl
was ready for a grand dinner-party.
on the strength of that idea, i wove
her a dress of chrome yellow and asked
to watch her wear it.
she was the perfect princess, and i in my
brand new dinner jacket was her lucky escort.
at an exclusive showing arranged in her honor.
with only private guests invited,
she did prove to be a useful companion.
now in the evenings, the room i once shared with
my wife is empty.