Oh Deliriums

He stakes my arms to the wall, with binding hands. I feel his desire through the strength of his grip, he presses against me and I can’t move. I meet his eyes. He smiles. I smile. We kiss to form a scabrous, common bond. I feel bound up in him and we remain, as such, too long, too rude, too rough - and free for all to see. It’s enough to draw curious eyes and jealous sighs. We stop for air, to reestablish equillibria. Our immediacy is too giddy - we’re too flushed for words - the libidinous overtures of dirty birds. It’s just a kiss, or two - too few - measure them by pleasures blush - but now, we to the dance floor rush to join the crush - YES, fun is enough.