Why aren't we

meeting over drinks
right after work...you dressed "tease" skirt
me in my blue collar
faded jeans

staring into each others
eyes...hung on to each of our words
as your nyloned toes
run up my long legs

talking about the small
events which filled our day
while truly our minds
are in bed touching through our bodies

felling too much heat...
begging for the check
to leave this crowded room
in trade for a queen bed

stripping off our clothes
stepping in a shower
suds'ing each other
for a finest hour

laying on our backs
nude as at birth
while roaming hands
touching feel fills our universe

face to face
deep and taking
each others offers
of grace

animals at mortal combat
your ass gaped upon
me...jabbing at bowels
entrenched within you

children at play
examining our touches
upon bodies splayed
as if for a first time

basking in warmth
golden rays of the after
when all has been done
and bliss achieved

raiding the fridge on
a middle night insurgence
relishing in the
sensation of taste

together...skin next to skin
side by side in warmth
of lust and heat of love...
why...aren't we?