Cumming Together, Parting As Strangers
"It's not a long poem. Read it."
Dim club, bass throb.Cross-room brown eyes.A curious second glance.Smile, inviting. She swaysSexy and waiting.Two drinks and aNervous approach.Small conversationDrowned in decibelsSweating glass, ice clinkLips parted, long throat swallow.Body scan appreciating curves,Tight dress, trouser grind.Hands slide the contoursGrowing arousal, eyes lock,Lip...