Such an ordinary phrase;
‘Let me take your coat’.
A smile flickered
on her hesitant lips
but she unclasped the hook
and let me lift the coat,
brushing my hands against her
tantalising hair.
‘Thank you’, she said.
Such an ordinary phrase,
but warm like the smooth silk
that lined the sleeve of the coat
where I slid my hand, deep
into the sensual, silken
pleasure and stroke
of its labyrinths.
She raised her eyebrow –
oh, the curve and the arc of it –
quizzically, seeing me standing
there, rooted to the spot
with her coat against my
high beating heart.
With extraordinary calm she
smiled, ‘Shall we go to bed?’