Aplomb

In the night, or at least after dusk,
On his mattress of coconut husk,
Lest he lose his aplomb
The expatriate Pom
Fucks his wife in a manner most brusque.

Spontaneity

His response had been quite instantaneous…
No malice forethought, spontaneous…
Seeing her there,
Naked, wet… it seemed fair
He should fuck her… all else just extraneous!