One More Time Poem by Thomas Case

I want to make love to you one
More time, lying lavishly on those old blue satin sheets.
Silky smooth, like cheeks of angels; dangling our toes off
The end of the bed in sweat
drenched ecstasy.
Just once more, I want to
amble down the grocery store aisles, trying to decide what to make for dinner.
You looking at the hamburger helper boxes, me trying to decide between ty and Italian, the kids screaming, 'Hot dogs, hot dogs.'
I can't change time, but baby,
If I could, when The other woman came to me with her
Snake dance, I would laugh and turn my back and run home to you.