Love.
It's not that I usually try for much the very first time
I'm with a girl.
And though she was attractive, nice breasts,
especially, full but with a good lilt to them,
still it wasn't as if I was smitten or really
out of control.
So when I eased my hand on that fine left breast,
and she seemed to like it, and slipped
me a look that might mean uncertainty or confusion,
or you belong to me now.
I figured, what the hell?
And started unbuttoning her.
But when my hand wiggled inside, I found a rabbit.
[LAUGHTER]
"Keep it," she said.
[LAUGHTER]
Quite openly, I thought, not teary or wistful,
as if to indicate that's far enough.
So I coolly fingered back, what was she putting me on?
But it was a book I found this time.
One as a matter of fact that I hadn't read.
"Thank you," I said.
And I wasn't merely being polite.
After all, what can you say to a girl.
Another try.
This time, I found a necktie.
At first, I guess she might be criticizing my taste, but no.
It was exactly my style and quite expensive.
My birthday's not till June, consider what could I feel,
but gratitude.
And his men ever able to hold himself
back when a good thing comes his way.
I was getting excited.
And then I plunged again.
A potted plant, a wallet, a pair of gloves,
theater tickets, binoculars, another tie, another rabbit,
more books and then a breast.
My God, did I do something wrong?
Is she getting tired of me?
[LAUGHTER]