This distance leaves distaste, left misplaced, double-takes.
Another chance, service you with no second glance.
Deflowered your writhing, vicarious pose,
held within my palms, no longer your own.
Breaking speed of the sound barrier ahead,
carnal disruption, fully complicit instead.
Disruption and chaos, the lovely discord.
Grapes for lilacs, drunken flesh, burgeoning pores.
Back to the well to partake, those who desire more.
Cheeks balefully flush, blankets scatter the floor.