SECRET DEN

I don’t know what I said
for you to put your hand over mine,
but let me now take it
to leave this slum of filthy mess.
The people are grim,
the music is dire.
Don’t let your man see he may get jealous.

Let’s segregate ourselves in my secret den
where I can charm you with my bedsit bard.
It’s cold there, but I have tea and coffee
and a new double bed,
it’s a shame to let it waste as a single.
I don’t want much,
no sleaze, no commitment,
just a fleeting soul mate
with a soft female touch.