Tuesdays

It's a no to breakfast.

No to any sensible decisions.

One day rendezvous,

One day of voulez vous.

Open mouths, alcohol reeking breaths...

I don't mind the morning foreplay.

Nor the aftermath.

Sexy little groans and your body pushing against mine...

I feel a little turned on, do feel free to wine and dine.

Dancing naked,

Sleeping with sheets on.

Douching stimulated,

Titillating with fingerstrokes anon.

Making plans and talking gibberish mumbo jumbo,

Venting out fears and crying with noses turned tomato.

Torn between the fear to lose you and seizing the day,

Oh! Braving all odds I'm meeting you next Tuesday.