As If We Were Weapons 3.0

In the midst of such colossal consumption
The mellow sound that was your body

Dashed by as hurriedly you sought
A proper though comfortable seat

Within three winks you had discovered
A suitable spot by I

Ooh… no lie could be composed
Concerning those fair ankles of yours

It was then when I had begun to experience
A luxury that was almost monumental

So suave and rhythmic
The way in which the edge of your breast
Brushed my skin…

Now my hands shall always wonder
How such a fine artifact would feel
If ever it were to rest within my palm…

As If We Were Weapons 2.0

Into the line swift you arrived

Skin just dazzling beneath the elegant glow

Barely five seconds had elapsed

Before you leaned into me

Closer and closer….

(Mild beads of sweat had begun to spill from my temple)

Until my phallus brushed your derriere

With less than a consonant

Taken from the ground

(Pause)

(A sharp, fathomless breath was drawn)

Could passion be the jolt

Coursing between you and I?