It’s a game we play
Where you wear the suit
and tie
and I wear the dress
and heels
At our favourite restaurant
Candles and romance
And I pluck from your fingertips
luscious slippery oysters
and place on your tongue
fruit so sweet
And we laugh
and kiss
and drive through the dark
of night
to the warmth
of our home
Where I pluck at your tie
and you slip off my heels
And we drink deep red wine
from crystal cups
And we roll
and spin
And the winner
comes last
Linda G. Hill 
Love the ending
Thanks, Pamela 🙂
Smoking 😉
Thanks Helen 🙂
Reminds me of my youth. loved it.
Ha! It reminds me of mine too. 🙂
Thank you very much, John.
Thank you for sharing your lyrical evening – a poem of suspense with a delightful denouement. Very well done.
Thank you for saying so, Mike. 🙂