Wednesday, 25 April 2012


I wait for you all afternoon,
My flesh is moist with sweat.
Silk sheets crease beneath me.
What I want, I can't have yet.

You slowly slide in close to me,
Our limbs are intertwined.
And though I cannot say the words
Ours is a love divine.

My skin ignites with perfect lust
And all my fears, I shed.
And as we writhe, a voice exclaims,
“Oi! Get off that bed!”

Though young love's a splendid thing,
Context is all, I fear.
Perhaps meeting in John Lewis
Was not the best idea.

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