Sauce For The Goose

when I was young and fit

and looked good in jeans

and had something the girls liked

(though I still don’t know

what that was)

I was hooked off the street

by a pretty young stranger

who was home alone

and she led me up

to her pink bedroom

that smelled of patchouli

and furniture polish

and wet girl

and she smiled

and she touched

and she kissed

and she took me

softly and gently and warmly

and later on

after I had left her

waving to me

from the closing door

of her house

I thought

this is how it must feel

to be used