Microwaved Sex Poem by Leslie Xavier

Tired, the meridian rules; naturally,
it's your watch; the city sleeps.

A churn within the melting pot,
steamy form dipped in love.
Letting go of moral knots,
a man and woman in microwave.

An addiction, the apple wine,
straight from her earthen cup.
Wishes, not selfish just pleasures,
Siamese hips in a ballet of life.

Wet hair in a tangle,
moist breath n the vapour trail.
Those eyes, ah... Her twilight tales,
in between sips through parted lips.

The ignored red lights,
full steam down a one-track rail.
Making love within a techno world;
search, pain and a digital orgasm.