The Female of the Species

I didn’t have to ask if
It was good for you -
I knew.
Oh I knew – by the way
You chanted my name
When you came
Once,
Twice,
Thrice;
Would’ve been more
But you said I wore
You out.

                  I knew
It was good for you.
It was so good you
Sent a bouquet
The next day.
A dozen roses –
I’ve to tell you, sweetie:
That’s passé.

You kept calling me up –
Kept wanting to hook up.

Ha.
No way, José.
I’ve already had my way
With you. I’ve had you
When and where and
In every fucking which way
I wanted you.

So,
What can I say?