BEDTIME SNAKE 1997

[dadio]

You've a different scent?
Brian says,
taking Nuala's coat
from her and hanging it
on the hook.

Different scent?
Nuala says,
sensing he'd picked up
on Una's scent,
and she and Una
having made love
that afternoon
and not thinking
about the scent on her.

Smells new,
he says,
I’ve a nose for scents,
nice though,
not your usual.

He watches her walk
into the kitchen,
the wiggle of her neat arse,
the hips,
sensing an urge,
but keeping it to
himself for now.

Bought it the other day;
thought I’d try it out,
she says,
putting on the kettle,
trying to keep her
mind focused,
feeling her heartbeat quicken.

Why not,
he says,
new scent,
new woman,
he smiles and eyes
her breasts,
hoping at bedtime
they'd be on it
and going some.

New woman?
she says,
not turning around,
focusing on the mugs
and spooning coffee,
you want a new woman?
am I not enough for you?
she says
smiling as she turns around,
seeking his thoughts
behind his features.

No you're more
than enough for me,
he says,
putting his hands
around her waist,
and squeezing gently,
kissing her neck.

Didn't realize
I was so passionate last night
as to give you love bites,
he says,
touching her neck
with his lips.

She panics for a few moments,
but then says:
yes, you sexy animal you;
I’ll need to wear a scarf
around my neck;
I wondered why
I got looks in the shops.

He smiles
and sniffs her hair.

I love you,
he says,
squeezing her tighter.

She wishes it was Una
squeezing her now,
her lips on her neck
as she had that
afternoon in bed,
her lips not his,
she muses,
feeling his lips there.

The kettles whistles
and he releases her
and she pours water
into both mugs
and pours milk into both,
noticing her hand shake,
sensing him behind her,
his penis poking her,
his bedtime snake.