The Art Of Lovemaking

The least you can do

Is make...love

To me on the one day we're alone

No photographs, no phones

Silence accompanied by occasional moans

Temptation pulling you close

Captivated by the dress I chose

Ease of access, straps off, what's next

A meeting we should've had

We're the in-flight movie they'll never forget

Feel my blood running, my heart racing

Tongues fighting; fingers scraping

Till the bomb within goes boom

We made...art

The least you can do