Its been a while, won't you come home tonight?

I ask my mind again.

I can see his face now. Shaved. Where did the hair i despise go?

His face appears to want touch. I take my hand and move it above his lips. where the hair grows.
They move to his lips then. Its strange to touch lips that haven't been touched. He moves.
I place my mouth over his, as he tries to teach his tongue how to play the game. Old dog. New tricks.
His mouth tastes sweet. Perhaps lunch.
I move my tongue over parts of his mouth, he is feeling for the first time.
The first time. The stars and the excitement.
He opens his eyes. The stars and the excitement. He moves and is unable to let go.
I love easy erections.

Erotica

He saw.
He conquered.
He came.

sometimes
I feel like a priest
in a fish & chip queue
quietly thinking as
the vinegar runs through
how nice it would be
to buy supper for two

ROGER McGOUGH