Friday Night.

Red
Is the carnal
Stirrings
Of Friday night.

Red
Is the dark wine
Which I sip
And savour.

Red
Is the lipstick print
Staining
My glass.

Red
Is lust,
The fleeting eye contact,
The flirtatious game.


Red
Is the quick glimpse
Of a stocking top
Meeting flesh.

Red
Is my heart
Beating
That little bit faster.

Red
Is kissing lips,
Exploring hands
And breathy sighs.

Red
Is the way
My clothes
Fall to the floor.

Red
Is a passionate flashback,
Hot blushing cheeks
And a Saturday morning smile.