Tension

Don't make me wait as the
sun's stripes whip me from
throat to thigh as I
kneel here wet so
don't make me wait.

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Make-Up Remover II

I wake without make-up

panicked in a strange bed

dawn always making me look

drawn and I’m torn between

ringing my husband to

arrange a pick-up or

finding my make-up in the

wreakage of a good night

repainting to wake the

dark shape next to me with a

red ring round his penis when his

face looms over mine murmuring

“Morning beautiful” and

commences a kiss that makes me

forget all the aforementioned and

most else besides.