a Quickie

You want me to parade my thoughts
before you naked, against your skin
to caress your ears with assonance, syllables,
lingering on the tip of my tongue
sibilance, as shifts, slowly, sliding down
stroking the nape of your neck,
aroused, the alliteration all pricked, prepared,
but not too long before the verb,
unsubtle, crashes in, impatient,
perhaps an expletive, well placed,
pushed on my knees,
your nouns before me,
slow at first, then thrusting
forwards, with intent, but wait,
slow the pace say two more, frisson and
excitement, hand in hand, waiting
with febrile adjectives to mop your brow as
onomatopoeia, moans and aahs,
a pause, a pant, a grunt or two
unladylike, then tissues to wipe,
as made excuses, and quick exit.

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