We met in the alley
Tween the old town pharmacy and the church

He, on one end of the alley stood tall and dark
And with his presence pulsated a genuine manhood
It shot out and beamed
I could feel it, sense it in between my legs
At that point, at that distance I couldn't tell nay, decipher his vulgar intentions.
I only knew mine.

I, on the other end of the alley stood seductively braced against brick
Waiting...