Flames of a Barbecue

The lovers were tired.

They looked at each other,

One to the other

And said in mute thoughts

"What would I have given,"

They said in their heads,

"To fuck someone other than you."

They smiled and nodded

Moaned agreement,

"I love you they said,"

For the ten thousandth time

As they fell asleep to dreams

Of other atop them.

In their minds their lovers were fit

Inside their eye lids,

They whispered to the apparitions,

"Please be quiet or my lover will hear you,"

And so they kept quiet.

With each little lick, and suckle,

And tickle,

With each obscure push and light trickle

They found in their heads,

A much better place than their beds.