Jacopo

I’m waiting in the bedroom
with my chain mail off

a cheap note for a woman
from a cheap man

He’s hung the pheasant
and the clunky gloves
astride the deadly arrow

It’s the first thing she notices
returning from the stables
heaving red from exhaustion

To her
dinner is no problem
for a horny man

she plans to repay him
with copious oral sex
but only after he dresses
and devours the fowl

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