Desperation Creates The Best Kind Of Sensation Poem by Aiden Francois

Rough.
Chest to Chest.
Mouth to Mouth.
Hands pinned down.
Legs tangled.
Minds in a haze.
Hot breath dancing across smooth flesh.
Whispered words promising.
Tongue trailing down neck, feasting upon sweat.
Desires clash.
But both craving fulfillment.
Hip to Hip.
Moans to Air.
She wanted it.
He begged for it.
It didn’t matter that they wouldn’t remember.
They just needed to feel.
To devour what they couldn’t get normally.
They just needed to find solace in the strangers moan.