Downtown, two minutes left.
I pull you forward and you pull me.
We desperately try to reach
Our point of destination,
The sole reason why we're working so hard.
Our backs getting hot, our
Tongues almost sticking
Out of our mouths,
Our thighs rubbing against each other.
With a desire to eat,
We're almost there,
We just want to finish, just
Rest, satiated.
Our faces strained, our grunts
Louder, our love intense-
"Come in".
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