You take <br />a strawberry <br /> <br />flavoured condom <br /> <br />out of the top <br />of your boot. <br /> <br />“I see you’ve <br />come...prepared! ” <br /> <br />“It seems you have <br />thought of everything <br />to make this moment <br />come about! ” <br /> <br />I laugh <br /> <br />(even down to pretending <br />the car’s run out of gas.) <br /> <br />I didn’t realise I was <br />your military operation. <br /> <br />And here we are <br />on the front line. <br /> <br />“I’ve thought of <br />nothing else! ” <br />you pout. <br /> <br />But the best laid plans of... <br /> <br />I see your heavily mascara’d eyes <br />flicker into a quick decision. <br /> <br />You throw the condom <br />over your shoulder. <br /> <br />“F**k it... <br />...let’s make babies! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-s-make-babies/
