A Rattling Rhyme

Everything had gone well and the night was still young, she had made her intentions quite clear, home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking, and the score was one-nil to the beer. So we flagged down a cab, made a ten minute trip hoping none of the neighbours would see, helped her walk down the drive hoping I wouldn't slip and then she turned round and came back for me. We crashed into the hall, and both leaned on the wall in an effort to regain our breath, altogether uncertain if this nights exertions would not end in premature death. In the bedroom she tore off her blouse and her corset, her lumbar support and her truss, left her ankle support on, did she just forget but I thought I'd not make any fuss. After I had stripped off with the help of my frame and rolled onto the bed in the dark, we lay side by side, now with nothing to hide and both waited for that certain spark. As we stared at the ceiling, a terrible feeling was finally now seeping through, that the worst of our fears, after all the long years we'd forgotten what we're supposed to do. 8th August 2018 For contest 'A rattling rhyme', sponsor Nina Parmenter (*- This is not autobiographical. Yet. )