Pausing, hand in hand, I look into your eyes.
“Ready?”
“Yes. You?”
I buzz two short, one long. The alley door squeaks open.
Three steps in we disrobe, kneeling in unison.
“So we begin. Come,” she commands with a sharp crop on our passing bottoms.
She feverishly works between our bench-strapped bodies. Twisted up to the edge, I’m left begging as she does the same to you.
After an eloquent eternity, we’re finally allowed a shattering climax.
Parting, hand in hand, you pause.
“What’s wrong?”
“I still don’t think that’s what they meant.”
“Hey, said right there Stimulus Check.
