minuet in g major

she felt 

the look in his eyes.

it burned with a scalding

ache

that pierced her soul

and created 

mountains

that needed to be climbed.

the dinner

was just formality

for what she had wanted

since he arrived late.

her agenda matched his

so the check was agreed upon.

lady cab driver

peering

and smiling,

as the night glides by.

sensation starts 

in the yellow lane

and spills onto the street

as jackson 

needs no change.

it pours.

there's something sexy

about rain...

so the front stoop

beckons

to the beat

of no refrain.

hand up skirt,

finding soft and wet

while the heavens release

drip,drip~

she proceeds with no regret.

the neighbors are watching,

from the building next door

but their lust is in control

he doesn't care anymore.

her lips part

as his tongue

finds 

sweet release.

lower the search goes

until lips meet lips.

horizontal and vertical

foursome

unite in a hurricane of frenetic

want.

soaking in the residue

of the dastardly deed,

they collapse exhausted

while raindrops

wash away

any remaining guilt.