You wrap your arms around me
And I'm breathing hard and fast.
I'm impatient for your touch now
But I want our time to last.
Your fingers trace in circles
And I feel my muscles tense.
Though life round us is confused
This, at least, makes sense.
The feeling's transcendental,
Perfect pleasure held aloft.
While lost in bliss, a voice intrudes
“For Christ's sake, just clear off!”
They told us to make love not war.
They didn't seem impressed though,
When we tried to heed their own advice
On the fish counter at Tesco.