If The Weatherman Says..

Do you remember that first time
Had we kissed?
I remember taking off and handing over my knickers.
Standing still as you remarked on the quality and feel,
As you wrapped them around your equipment erect.
As you sat in the armchair watching the television.
Ordered to raise my skirts as you whistled in appreciation.
Having to watch you as you played.
Hearing the weatherman speak from the box.
Hearing your breathing quicken
Seeing your body go tense.
Watching as it flowed down and over what was mine.
soaking into the fabric as you wiped and cleaned.
Being told to put them back on.
Picking up the payment from the dresser as I went.
Feeling you against my skin with every step took.
closing the door behind me and stepping out.

The man from the box was right,
A wet and warm afternoon ahead..