The ceremony was just filling in time,
As kindred roistered after the union,
That pair, putting on an appearance,
Feigning excitement at this distraction.
The table was always set for two, only!
In this cosy and traditional timber cottage,
Warm, dazzling by a vintage fireplace,
A precious and romantic charm!
Started with the blue spark of a match,
Lighting the central 9-bough candelabra,
Outlining the silhouette of her beauty and,
Freeing the passion in the dimly lit space.
Plenty of food to feed an entire army,
Delicious and tasty, but only going to waste,
The craving was never for the taste buds,
Their sparkling gaze giving it away!
From her shoulders, the laced gown dropped,
And slid down her tender inflated chest,
To softly clutter about her slender frame,
A molten heart, too weak to impede the motion.
Then the oxymoron; violent pleasure!
Both in haste but with eyes on the ball,
Can he be soft and hard at the same time?
How is she chaotic and yet so gorgeous?
Immense excitement but only for a short while,
Before muddy waters obfuscated the view,
Instantly the message is unclear and evasive,
Besides misleading, and confusing to a degree!
Plenty of work done but not much rationale,
Now those behaviours are all misconstrued!
Out of spite, a great deal perilously spoken,
Too much, those lips should never had parted.
Hour of darkness, the nocturnal storm ravaged,
Throwing salt on a precarious open wound,
One by one, the candles commenced to expire,
Tainted love, constantly tangled and twisted!
A huge gust blew out the last candle standing,
Sightless, both parties stumbled and tumbled,
In that ominous manifestation, a chair is broken,
By daybreak, the table was set for one, to bemoan!