Choke

My lime and soda your pint of cider
for now neglected untouched becoming flat.
A leather sofa, Tuesday afternoon
in a darkened corner of a dreary pub.
You're kissing my mouth and I'm wondering
how both pairs of legs became so tangled?
Laid back my breasts have shifted in my bra,
my t-shirt has fallen on one side, I
don't feel exposed and thus I am content.
I watch the twitches fly across your face
I smile because I like the way I make
them, belt buckle undone my hand inside
drawing tickled circles on you hot skin.
I like to tease in this languid way as
old men sup beer and an old dear near
chokes on her coffee.