In a Moment of Poetry
She lends him a calm
Like on
Old fashioned Sundays
While
Laid back and watching
Vintage
Black and white movies
Then
Drinking green tea
Made
In a real china tea-pot
Although
As it was brewing
His cool
Calloused fingers
Traced
Infinite circles across
The faint indentation
Her panties had left
That which ran round
Her hips
And she ever so welcomed
With a purring
And parting of perfect
Pink lips
So he stirred in some
Honey
To be sipped with a passion
Then he
Rested his head on the
Flat of her belly
And both were consumed
By a moment of poetry …