Oh well that and the tea. Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Cushions and TV and the table set for tea. One for you, one for me. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your knickers down.
Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze.
Lemonade light filtering thru the trees. It's so soft and it's warm. Oh Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather, Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne, come home. It's time for your tea. First you let him in your bed.