On a crisp fall morning
The essence of lust fogs the street
Patiently at 11:52a.m.
They greet off 10th street
The smell of cinnamon
He can taste her soft skin
Conversations mutual patients
The affairs from within
She tells her story
All sad and blue
He extends his shoulder
While strolling through the avenues
At Darious doorsteps
The two ignores
The silent voices
Sin takes control
The kisses exist
Torn garments are ripped
Freeing the stiff
Bodies are sexually flipped
Screams and moans
Headboard beats on
Licks then dipped
The evening goes on...
