The heat
Fumbling
The slight give
Of the door
We were kissing
Then you were
On the floor
I reeled to
The railing
That had never
Happened before
In my, albeit short,
Time putting
Moves on girls
Or was it you
Who put the move
On me
To think, we’ve
Spent over half
Our lives
Putting one on, or
Getting one put on
But,
More than half
Of that time
On hold

— GB