Despite low lighting and doey-eyed (sic) coruscation dampened by same, the bright spirit that
clamors through with a
swiftness known only to spawning salmon on a
path of destiny known only from inspiration, one making their way to the fur coat locations of a much talked about button only moments after sharing pleasantries of deeply fostered expectations, tempered by mutual self-doubt.
In other, "Where's Shorty?" and "May I?'. Life can wait.
The seemingly
fleeting period of time between meeting for the first time and some genital awareness that follows a very, very quick
unzip and mutual consent and insertion between loving
meat lips that could only be described as posthaste..
