Amorous Again

She leaned back,
A pint-sized cigarette lit,
And drooping slightly
From her mildly pouty lips;

Raised an arm behind her head,
Losing the bedsheet cover
Draped across her modest breast,
And gazed lazily at her lover;

She blew a breath of smoke
Out into the warm air:
‘I’d love to go again
If you’ve got time to spare.’