Revised sonnet #103
A strap slips slowly from the shoulder down
I dont try sticking back in proper place
He grunts approval face in sexual frown
Too much the tentative tense touch of lace
I know hes naked under dressing gown
Idea itself invites heart mine to sudden race
His eyes the draw if dappled gold yet brown
His stiff abs stay in silk till we embrace
He slides my knickers down to niggling knees
They finish ankles anchored own accord
I kick them far off on old rug theyre shored
I squeeze his covered cheeks to solely please
In nook of collar bone I catch his kiss
Then spasm expecting further steamier bliss
Chorus kiss kus kys
