Calypso and I have often travelled on the night express to Scotland

We dine on the train and afterwards read in our sleeping compartment

But I do not immediately sleep as I take time out to write erotic poetry

My wife apart from sleeping quite naked has always slept on her back

I watch her breasts with interest as the train speeds through the night

For they move with every jolt of the train especially when passing stations

Occasionally to ventilate the carriage I open the small windows to encourage air

This also had the effect of hardening Calypso’s nipples until fully erect

But then my sleeping wife turns feeling the night draught much to my regret

This indicates to me that it is time to cease writing poetry and return to my bed