I slept with a girl (revised for new book)
She stood before the mirror brushing
her curly natural raven-black hair.
Naked. She looked good enough to eat.
She jiggled giggling across the bedroom,
lifted the covers. Slid beside me.
Kissing places our mothers baulked at
we wrestled, sweated and dirty talked.
The headboard made a dent in the wall.
She reached a hand towards the drawer
where her pink fluffy handcuffs were stored.
In the kitchen I found Nutella
to spread over then nuzzle off her.
I slept with a girl - we did not make love.