You'Re It!

I wonder where you are as I finish up the dishes. ' Where...are...you I'm...coming...to get you! ' A trace of laugher left upon the air. 'Ah...ya wanna play? ' Your body loves to play hide & seek with my kisses & careses! Are you behind the curtain? Nope...that's just breezes... flirtatious little breezes playing with the thought of you. 'Sacre bleu...! ' the French curtains look afronted '...do you accuse..? ' I pulled them together...shut them up! Are you that sudden slamming door? Nope...that's just breezes too...pretending to be you. An other door bangs again & again like a dog barking. Better batten down the hatches ...storm brewing. And then there is a terrible lot of silence. 'Where are you? ' (I say in my best Pepe le Phew way) / Ah at last a clue you have left me a paper chase of clothes I know them to be yours I remember removing them one by one in the evening in my mind clothes that climb the stairs in an invisible strip-tease step by step (oops mind that slip 'n' shoe) the items getting more intimate by the minute ah ha...a stocking top at the top of the stairs oh bra & knickers! What...ever next! I ponder... as my kisses & caresses discover you (very badly hidden in my view) as if you had every intention of attracting attention. 'I thought you'd never come! ' you pout... I kiss your mouth with exaltation. Kiss away a bead of perspiration. My kisses & caresses all over your body! 'Gotcha...gotcha! ' they cry (but I wonder who really caught who/) 'You're it! ' 'You're it...indeed! ' Morning finds us like two cheeky children innocently dreaming tucked up in bed.