It started off as a game.
Strip chess.
He was naked,
she was left with only bra.
Not content when the game ended,
she slid her Queen across his chest,
rook down his thigh.
His pawn traced her breast,
hands tugging hair as his King submitted.
They left their game for bedroom,
breathed each other in.
Knights capturing bishops,
limbs tangling,
devouring,
quenching buried appetites.
The Queen victorious,
all-powerful.
If she wanted, she could make the King beg.
They clutched each other,
lips drugging lips.
White pawn moved two squares,
the match began again.