Skin tight
white dress
ecstatic
with your curves
delighting in how
you can bend
a line
into something a lot more fulsome
the epitome of feminine.
You wear your spaghetti
Bolognaise stain
like a badge of honour
under your left nipple
My right eye
paralysed by it
drawn to it
giving me a crick in my neck.
We eat alfresco.
Enormous clouds
threaten our meal
glower on the horizon.
Your dress
now clinging even tighter
in this sudden downpour
making you appear
naked to the naked eye
more naked
than naked.
You peel it
slowly off
with a laugh
and we make love
in the rain and the mud
forgetting everything
else
but ourselves
enjoying our just
desserts.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-desserts-2/
