Lips parted, poised
Whispering over the noise
Heart on sleeve
Cleavage released
Watch the rise and fall
Of glowing breasts
Visible beneath see-through vest
Trying to regulate breath.
Adjust expectations
Avoid undue exasperations
When hopes of deep love
Are replaced with only Wednesday night
Love in a glove
Deep in the seat of expression
Lies the lesson
Betraying the blessing
As bounteous bodies pressed
Close
Removing clothes
Baring souls and arses
Passion flows. Love passes
Through veins
All in vain. As his intent
Is for pleasure. Much to her pain.
Her intent is for love
But she’s playing his game
And remains neutral to his advances
Instead she dances
The slow grind
Slow burn.
Another lesson learned
And promptly forgotten
As wet drawers
Wash away rational thought
He enters her state.
Warm, slippery, tight
Immediately contemplates his fate to night.
Fight or Flight?
Fight: Love and Stay?
Flight: Cum and go?
The former is tempting
The latter is the usual pattern
Latter wins.
Panting begins
Before she arrives
He’s gone!
Lips parted, poised.
He took the noise
On his departure
Breast swell, under the heavy spell
Of his ever fleeting nature.
She sighs
Tears sting eyes.
As she begins to realise
She’s just Wednesday’s vice.
He’s gone without a trace.
Next week.
Same time.
Same place.
