Just a thought I had this morning.
The emotion of close, touching flesh,
heat exchanged through moist breath
Why would a lover leave?
From your arms they reluctantly heave
Despite attentions where you tease and smear
Far outside these comfortable walls
Waitrose creed is soon spent
M&S food halls have catered
How can penetration compete?
Alone now, the passions of copulation retreat
and you lay curled in the half-filled bed
running the events back excitedly in your head
and reluctantly you react again,
will your true desire be fully fed?