No longer fighting our longing
Giving into each other’s carnivorous flaunting.
Aggressively touching, grouping and our loins attaching,
Neither of us giving a fuck who’s watching.
Lifting me to his waist, pounding me against the open window,
Foregoing the useless foreplay intro.
Straight to our ravenous appetite,
Conceding to the impulse under the moon’s twilight.