She turns her head to look behind her,

not to urge him to push harder

but to watch the rusty face

give up the playful smile it plays

flesh to flesh starts with eye to eye

until the hungry lips too unify

and the hands go on to explore

hers unzips the trousers’ door

and his bravely lift up her skirt

to find the cotton-winged bird

to pull it down with glee

and finger out the hidden mystery.

then she goes down on all fours

teasing his desire until it bores

into hips pushed high with her head

lying on the playground bed

until this flesh of soul gallops away

into a thicket by now on display

unhindered by that tiny piece

of cotton now below the knees

when they start the doggie game

and put on a grin, naked with pain,

as going gets tough and rough

and neither of them says enough

she turns her head to look behind her,

not to urge him to push harder

but say you’ve got it, yes, that’s it

now keep it up and never quit!

This morning something red like wine

reminds me of my Valentine!