here is a tale of two
a chanced meeting
words used as sword
this war of words and warmth
one offered the other a ride

destination arrived
a fumbling and gingle of keys
civility abandoned
cloths and buttons do a Houdini
lips met
a promise of things to come ensued

soft whispers
nipple found lips
hands found crotch
where was once flat
now raised
dried spots awash with juice

stage set
bodies entwined like life to breath
quickened pulse and raving limbs
one parts
the other protrudes
a thrust became a thousand pound

two humans turned beast in the heat of love
too bad this sound mix will never get to the grammy

time aged
and both loose fluids
then as if on cue
the thrust slowed
and the receptacle quivered
a quake to shake the Ritchers scale

a temporary end to a waltz as old as time