Scent of a Man

Not even good-looking
but when he stood next to me,
at the supermarket queue
his body-heat
and skin-scent
washes me inside out. 

Suddenly I was released
from tinned peas, veggie burger
and toilet paper specials,
into a dream
of him slowly pushing my cart
and then grabbing me,
kissing me passionately
at the open boot.

Would it be before or after we unloaded?

Or, would he spirit me away
to some secluded motel,
where we’d be locked forever
in a stranglehold embrace,
his muscular body
pressing heavily on mine?

And then,
would his mother phone
to pick up the paper on the way home?
Or,
my husband to check
I got the cat food?