Evening

A glass of Zinfandel
a steaming SPA
and thou,
snow flakes falling
large as feathers,
we soak and sip
I toe your nips
you squirm and giggle,
then when flesh grows hot
and hearts glow hotter,
I gurgle U Boat through the steam.
Up periscope.
Pleasure craft ahead...

Dive,
dive,
fire tongue torpedo,
and when I surface
you sub me
and then we
clasp together,
tongues toy tips,
lips,
‘til mouths surrender.

I stand with you
still clinging,
we move to where
I take you there
on petals from
two dozen long stem red’s
strewn across our bed.