Skin tight <br />white dress <br /> <br />ecstatic <br />with your curves <br /> <br />delighting in how <br />you can bend <br />a line <br /> <br />into something a lot more fulsome <br />the epitome of feminine. <br /> <br />You wear your spaghetti <br />Bolognaise stain <br /> <br />like a badge of honour <br />under your left nipple <br /> <br />My right eye <br />paralysed by it <br /> <br />drawn to it <br />giving me a crick in my neck. <br /> <br />We eat alfresco. <br /> <br />Enormous clouds <br />threaten our meal <br />glower on the horizon. <br /> <br />Your dress <br />now clinging even tighter <br />in this sudden downpour <br /> <br />making you appear <br />naked to the naked eye <br /> <br />more naked <br />than naked. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />You peel it <br />slowly off <br />with a laugh <br /> <br />and we make love <br />in the rain and the mud <br /> <br />forgetting everything <br />else <br />but ourselves <br /> <br />enjoying our just <br />desserts.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-desserts-2/
