No smoke without fire

No smoke without fire

Hefty, albeit creaky beds
As her clothes she shyly sheds
Slippery, tired, heads abuzz
Cutting down on smoking reds

The room is warm, lights are dim
I give in to gentle whim
Not been long since I came
Fierce and teasing just the same

Today, we are, not out of time
No cell phones ring, no doorbells chime
Wrapped up seed lies in the bin
As I wake up to moral sin

The lips so close, I did not kiss
One less thing, for us to miss
Midnight walking to the gates
Where we hug and part as mates

Away from thing, we’ve done and said
Mind, free from thought, seemingly bare
Surprises waiting in my bed
Lonely strands of scented hair

Drunken merry and sensitive
Looking for things I could not give
Settling down and making calm
Riding back, hand in palm