On certain afternoons in the summer
Jeanne and I rest on our centre bed
We are often naked or lightly clothed
And either masturbate or fuck
Depending on our mood
There is a painting of Cornelius Whur
On the wall that overlooks our pleasure
I wonder what he makes of our immorality
He knows that I am strong of mind but weak of body
Unlike Jeanne who is slower with her intimacy
This I find strange as we are of the the same blood
Outlaw