'Oh well...why not
...I suppose! '

she said stripping

shyly off her
clothes

'Oh you...dirty little devil! '
he laughed

grabbing her by the calf

as she toppled & fell
on her back & squealed:

'Oh...Heavens! '

a frilly froth of
discarded panties

crawling across
the shag carpet

he fallen to his knees
trousers trapping his ankles

'Jesus! ' he gasped
'Oh Christ...! ' she almost
prayed.

They took each other to the cleaners
(& other misdemeanours)

went all the way
to Hell & back

(going like the clappers)

he beside himself
she all in a flap.

It was...Heaven.

Doral Deepset

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-marriage-of-heaven-hell/