this one’s a bit naughty…
They met on a bus between distant places,
and before the key stepped into ignition
he picked the seat right next to her.
Her bag on the lap
fingers quietly tapped
and tension began to stir.
Inside culture halls,
they melt childhoods.
The view from the window was too familiar
both had known where forests meet ends
their bored gazes collided on seas
not just reflected
but deeply affected –
a slight tremble upon the knees.
Between silent calls,
they clone neighborhoods
She introduced herself with a smile
his delight was conveyed by practice of mime
they nodded when the radio spat out a song
It wasn’t one of the hits
the drum gave its beats
hearts pounded and found a grip strange and strong
Behind curtain falls,
they burn the woods
His fingers like snakes hissed between her legs
she didn’t see any reason for conflict
and lent him hers to direct and agree
Oh, the sensation
from taking the private and setting it free
After the thralls,
they still buy what they shoul’nt
They kept themselves quiet with the aid of kisses
he rubbed ’til she pushed him with passion inside
the wet tunnels where two fingers danced the tingling swing
In spite of the public
shivered with pleasure, quite a peak for a fling.
Around brown stalls
they slice open dead cooks.
She asked with a blush whether his turn was due
but the vehicle stopped, rush hour was cancelled
He nodded his thanks before leaving his stand
She wished him the best,
bag pressed tight to the chest,
all of her feelings halted and canned.
In the crowded malls
they negotiate with crooks
He waited outside with the rest of their luggage
gave a smirk to the driver when he finally left
she put back the ring on her wedded finger
They giggled with shame
celebrated the game
and kissed one more time so the moment would linger.