fast and furious
was the design for the night.
she saw him,
he saw her
and the locking of eyes
was was all they needed
to enter the world of carnality.
his heavy bottom
laid the foundation
for fantasies
she found
locked in the dirty dingy
of her clean work week mind.
irish cars
had been bombed
and they lingered in her head,
while she watched
him thump like a rabbit.
the trip was fast
and she had swerved a few times.
but the destination
was achieved.
a trail of designs
led to the love nest
and reverse love
met mouths
gaping and ready
for intensity to explode.
spinning,sinning
making the activities
a scintillating search
for that elusive
yet climactic
scream
that would sear their
souls.
the old man wasn't snoring
but the vulgarities
and wetness rained
in torrents
as she rode his head.
the bumping of the bed
made children downstairs
giggle.
that made her ass wiggle
and she landed
lengthwise
in a hot heap...
she played his guitar
like it was hers.
lost in the music man....was so waiting for weap there at the end as well...hot and steamy...and a bit playful sir...on a retreat from reality
ReplyDeleteThanx< Bri! That's exactly what I was aiming for. That escape from the work week blues and just letting life happen.
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