Just Another Funny Drama Day in Play, Lovers

 We lose ourselves in self-effacing,
 A good way to fend off complications.And we talk about the fashions and passions and arts,Of the million twentysomethingsWe aspire to be, and I nod so politely andWith bluster decree,How I’m not really special and you’re not really special,That it's all a grand scam, and our footprints will fade soon,
All according to plan. You back away gently, with a tear on your cheek,Brushing your hair back, hair clips still in your teeth,Recall the time I used that leaf on your thighs,That night after the cinemaWhen we laughed at those school kids pashing.
 Suddenly you crack the faultless grin,The very same that I lost sleep over to beginWith, and all is forgiven and all’s well in Denmark.We’re woven like baskets, tearing pantie elastic,And I yell out “You beast!” but I’m just being sarcastic.
 And we switch our positions and we switch on the lightswitch,And “Oh shit! Broke the lampshade!” like the couples in movies,I’m JD, your Thelma, but even fitter,With a kiss so bitter from harsh words spilt,And certainly not the coffee we had earlier,No, wait – it might be the coffee.
 Three minutes in we’re leaping like pistons.
 Lolling and rolling, I’m still thinking of JD,‘Cause he had a six pack, and I don’t have a six packSo I get quite self-conscious.
 Steady on down there love! You're not storming the beachfront!And I really don't mean to affront, but, I’m not one of those guys,I don’t ride a quad bike or kick it at rave nights,I’m wrapped up in Byron and Shelley and playwrights.
 And the wrapping is shrinking now,Wantonly seeking now, to stoke the coals,And raise some clamour, without the bleating foals,That drunken amour,Delivered to our fathers, when they were too young,But still not too young to run.