Reckless Lovers

Candles check.

Chardonnay check.

Roses check.

Not to downplay the foreplay

but second chances is only fair play

He thought so

So did she.

Without  reflex or resentments.

They toy with the notion

that sets it into motion

Before hand the thought of his presence brought commotion

discriminating bravado romance from reckless emotions.

lips plum  like cherry

inviting her to make merry

from monasteries in january

with groins so heavy

tensions released via missionary

Musky pheromones dance through her sinus

on a stale autumn night

all that is needed are

A dopamine high

An Aphrodisiac

His lingering fingers

Her hard nipples

The nape of his neck

the arch of her back

His broad chest

Her fluffy buttocks

His breath. Her breath. Synchronised

While vibing to Al Green’s, ‘sha la la’

Spinning on the vinyl recorder

till the first light of day spews through the velvet curtains