The lights are off. Only the neons illuminate us.

Seeing you standing before me, your eyes betray you showing how badly you want to climb on top of me. Somehow you remain steadfast, waiting, smirking. You drive me crazy.

It's throbbing too much and I'm losing control. My resistance falters, and with your ethereal hand pushingme, I lean back. My hands slide down meticulously and poetically, to slide it out and let you witness how much I am yearning for you. Please, I need it...