Peter in the wind.

"Got to go out again Ma" said the young man, hugging his mother. He knew there'd never be one better but she was getting older.
"Where's my kiss dear" she grimaced.
He kissed her on the lips, sweet faced.
"The soaps are on soon m' love" she yelled. "Mama me" he said and "Tick tack, soon be back".
Peter made it to the park and dropped his trousers to his ankles in the dark. His rear felt the wind and sparkled as he finned.
Making love with vigor then came a fetal cigar' and a beer for his mother.
An angel appeared before them blinding and fast paced. Leading one away from their exciting embrace.
Then the angel turned back and on his lips gave the purest love smack'.
A garden of beautiful flowers appeared around them. " It's better than Big Ben" he gasped and then it left him scared, half bare.
" Mama me" he said and stunned walked home, droped his bag and stared at his drone. Forgetting to kiss his mother he'd found an equal lover.
"But what's wrong dear" she sighed in his ear as the sound died he shed a tear. "But mom, I saw an aaaangel" he said and "Theres nothing to fear" he felt as he handed her her beer.