tangled limbs deep under covers,
skin on skin, two almost lovers,
together there in sleepy suburbs.
neon lime green socks were shed,
so toes could feel each bedsheet thread,
as warmth surrounded us instead.
burning yearning cravings surged,
as fingertips in darkness searched;
the air of innocence besmirched.
ages of appetent aching,
swapped out for passionate quaking,
the prelude to ravenous taking.