Shall we abandon clocks
and every social etiquette
to idle in mouths and movements?
I imagine intimate afternoons,
Where we drape our languid undoing
in all the outrageous turbulence
of once made beds.
I can see in some tree
and sun drenched park
a riot of expressive kisses
where we lay like teenagers,
new to such sports and pleasures,
open and excessive in public
I want to make adventures
for my lips in the all the quarters
of your form
undo clasps and see you naked.
find those places in your flesh
where such tender touches and tastes
can electrify your whole body
sending shocks of rippling excitement
through the most precious
intimacies of your womanhood.
So, would you
like to get hot and bothered with me?
Would you like to spend days
suffering the delicious memory
of those reverberating pangs and passions
the tiny electric twinges
inside your secret self?
Would you let me honour your body?
If this is not what you intended
I remain unashamed