A Brief Encounter

We often meet in a small corner cafe. A brief exchange, then we’re on our way! Powerless to check my raging appetite, I hasten to take you out into the night! Loath to let you go, I will hold you near. Need speak no words, for my intent is clear! Though to be too impetuous is wrong, My demands cannot be stayed for long! Quite unable to stop my eager lips From brushing yours! I take fearful sips And savour the sweet bouquet they foretold. Instantly, my pleasure is fourfold! Though further draughts set my lips afire, To appease my wants is all I desire. Once satisfied, I’ve no further need of thee! So discard the plastic cup that held my tea! Rhymer September 1st, 2016