Just Now, After Our First Time In Bed

I have constructed a poem for you.
My actual desire full of Taj Mahals
and those expensive pillows from
the best hotel in Beijing. But here
we have the poem I made with
my own hands, ruled paper, ink and
a very pertinent line from Shakespeare
that in my defense would have fit
marvelously just after the word Beijing,
but has left me. Silly of me that there
is no room left for the Greek Islands
or strawberries and champagne, but I
was thinking of you, my Love.
I was thinking of you.