We knocked heads

We knocked heads
when we leant in to kiss

clicked teeth
in the embarassed hue
of the previous apology

laughed a little

were soon lost in a valiant relaunch
of tongues

smooth waltz starts
with rough male fingertips,
short nails
nervously
tracing a bra-strap

stops at the clasp,
fumbling.

self awareness creeping in
clumsily help him
reef it up over my head
hitting him hard in the face
in the process
forcing another 'so sorry'
and almost
a stall warning
on my instrument panel.

but again we taxi slowly back
onto the runway.
dont think theres much
could keep this flight on the ground.

this time no bumped heads
no clicking enamel
soft slow kisses
and we're connecting again
lips together
I trace his chest,
unbuckle his belt
two swift rough motions
flick his jeans button open
with one hand

and im breathing heavy
and hes starting to feel it

goddamn zipper sticks
halfway down...