There were three of them that night. <br />They wanted it to happen in the first woman’s room. <br />The man called her; the phone rang high. <br />Then she put fresh lipstick on. <br />Pretty soon he rang the bell. <br />She dreamed, she dreamed, she dreamed. <br />She scarcely looked him in the face <br />But gently took him to his place. <br />And after that the bell, the bell. <br />They looked each other in the eyes, <br />A hot July it was that night, <br />And he then slow took off his tie, <br />And she then slow took off her scarf, <br />The second one took off her scarf, <br />And he then slow his heavy shoe, <br />The other one took off her shoe, <br />He then took off his other shoe, <br />The second one, her other shoe, <br />A hot July it was that night. <br />And he then slow took off his belt, <br />And she then slow took off her belt, <br />The second one took off her belt…<br /><br />Muriel Rukeyser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orgy-4/
