Touching never felt so good;
The moon gave them her blessing
And the stormy wind that was hidden, blew
After, what about after? Well, only that same wind knew.
About what was going on, behind those tainted windows
The condensation of their mouths tried join outside to the knock that the door blows
So did the crossed legs, wishing that like those inner veins, they could learn to pump
All the adrenaline incapable of squeezing any tighter the thighs—
Perhaps was that the reason for the vague thinking, its head was too high.
There were no nails that pierced through the clothes
Their fingers were full being twirled, all the way down to the toes
It was the steamiest scenery, candies inside the car all privately wrapped
Uncovering together the possibility of lusty pleasure, without their being naked.
That outside moonlight didn’t burn, so in their kisses they melted, in one sitting
Between curtained hair and panting, words had no time for stripping
What a quiet night it was, as the wind serenely blew
And after, oh! the quite after; well, like I said, only the wind knew.