Oh, I’ve been fucked, and fucked quite well
Not by my husband—I wonder, is that always so?
He was handsome, yes, and considerate
A gentleman? Not really, much more of a boy
I doubt I’m grand enough for a gentleman
But it was sweet being conquered
I never would have guessed how it could be so
To be taken, well, I don’t think my mother would have approved — perhaps that’s an injustice.
Do we know our husbands too well?
I thought him sensible—that was wrong enough
Who would have guessed the suburbs held such sorrow?
I’d had enough to have an appetite for simplicity
When it came my way
And what is it after all, but simplicity
To lie there with your legs apart
I never would have believed it
If you haven’t had a man, you haven’t had enough
What did my daughters think, I wonder,
Their mother panting for her lover
Perhaps I know—well, let them wonder
Their turn will come
And if it doesn’t, so much the worse for them
Oh yes, I’ve been fucked
And now, I think, that I’ve been fucked enough.
