Insouciant charm of a rakish rogue,
Clad in black the midnight vogue.
Nightclubs house the wildness of youth,
Vital energies dance their eternal truth.
He sees her, his hunger a volatile thing.
A recipe of frustration leads to creation.
Outside in the alley, he stands arms braced,
His thighs under hers he gives her a taste
Of his powerful charm and vibrant energy.
She's mindful of her own fleeting fantasy.
Once done with her, he lowers her to the ground.
They both adjust clothes, so completely unbound.
A moment of frenzy, a passion of need,
He did not care where he planted his seed.
Neither did she, as she clung damply to him.
It had felt so good, to be soaked in his sin