Crème Fraîche

Husband, you spoil me

When you oil me up

And I love high tea

When you serve your fuck.

Husband, E.C.T.

Electric and fine,

My screaming banshee;

Trembling, we entwine.

Husband, cover me—

Surround my proud flesh—

And don’t let go, no;

Feed me your crème fraîche.