The below poem contains an expletive. I make no apology for this, as poetry should be honest:

“The foxes are  fucking“, you said.

A vulgar thing to say,

But we where on our way

To bed.

And I,

Hearing their cry

Pondered on lust

And the vulgarity of you.

But what you said was true.

And we 2 could see

That oft in lust

We hide from dust.