'Oh well...why not <br />...I suppose! ' <br /> <br />she said stripping <br /> <br />shyly off her <br />clothes <br /> <br />'Oh you...dirty little devil! ' <br />he laughed <br /> <br />grabbing her by the calf <br /> <br />as she toppled & fell <br />on her back & squealed: <br /> <br />'Oh...Heavens! ' <br /> <br />a frilly froth of <br />discarded panties <br /> <br />crawling across <br />the shag carpet <br /> <br />he fallen to his knees <br />trousers trapping his ankles <br /> <br />'Jesus! ' he gasped <br />'Oh Christ...! ' she almost <br />prayed. <br /> <br />They took each other to the cleaners <br />(& other misdemeanours) <br /> <br />went all the way <br />to Hell & back <br /> <br />(going like the clappers) <br /> <br />he beside himself <br />she all in a flap. <br /> <br />It was...Heaven<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-marriage-of-heaven-hell-2/
