She always selected her husband's bed

When she had sex with her paramours

A way of attesting her prowess

Where he failed

In spite of having a tigress in bed

She always selected her husband's bed

It was her way of revenge

Of getting back to him

For diffusing within seconds

The crumpled sweat stained sheets

The struggle for victory 

The musk of carnal glory

Were the remnants for her husband

He snored deafeningly every night

Oblivious to his wife's wanton indulgence.

©LR