You take
a strawberry

flavoured condom

out of the top
of your boot.

“I see you’ve
come...prepared! ”

“It seems you have
thought of everything
to make this moment
come about! ”

I laugh

(even down to pretending
the car’s run out of gas.)

I didn’t realise I was
your military operation.

And here we are
on the front line.

“I’ve thought of
nothing else! ”
you pout.

But the best laid plans of...

I see your heavily mascara’d eyes
flicker into a quick decision.

You throw the condom
over your shoulder.

“F**k it...
...let’s make babies! ”

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-s-make-babies/