Unapologetic music plays ever so sweetly,
while the weight of yesterday turns
we made out and did other things.
From across the bedroom
two very proper arrows
stuck and found their perfect mark.
Still, we insist on taking turns
trying not to flinch or turn,
the sweat on our bodies is pretty.
The want plays and touches the mood
and just as the desire builds
you introduce a third person.
Standing almost too closely
you bring your mouth to his
watching for a reaction,
with a twisted turn
eyes curse the blessed game.
There on the edge of 1st limit
your lips touch
kissing my already broken shoulder.
With the return of things by my side
I can once again
start counting out loud
by pulling on all the petals
she loves me,
she loves me not.