This is for all those budding T.S. Eliots. Enjoy

I am no patient angel dear,

Just a fairy on the side;

Oh we have no secrets here,

On the well stained bedside.

You know me outside-in my dear

You know me in my fire,

but now get the f out of here

You're not what I desire.

If we were miles apart my love,

I'd send my heart to you;

Perched on a thousand purple doves,

I'd send some kisses too.

But as I have you thrust in me,

Naked in our sin.

I ponder rather vacantly

If the doctor's in.

Take a kiss, my gallant love

And pin it to your heart;

And underneath in glowing words

Write: 'Till death do us part'.

Take a kiss, my gallant love

And hang it on your breast;

And while we are about it,

Do something about your breath