The scream of ass sex can be heard through the city, those hot summer nights. Thoughts of lust echo in the minds of both young and elder, always. As we cross, I stare. She's blessed by back as the front is not. I've never seen such sexy, tempting me to ravage and pillage the fields. If only the chance was given, the climax would be godly, the hot ass caress insatiable. The world is new again, the same but still new. Rain. The streets will be clean tonight, ready for the morning dawn. The Cresting in the horizon, slowly unveiling the first kiss, the dusk has settled. The moon is asleep as I enter the manor, slowly seeping in woven linen, the ritual dance is once again complete only to repeat. Eyes shut, sexy ass, painting the blank canvas as my mind pens these words to me.
