Dippin Off

A smile on the face as you anxiously wait
for night to fall, for nights are good.
A whisper in a secret place,
the signal dropped, the perfect time.
A guise to do reconnaissance,
the alibi, the meeting place
has all been planned ahead of time.
The basic goal: to get some ass.

The moment's arrived, and none too soon;
excitement builds to fever pitch.
The private parts they salivate
or stand at attention, depending on gender.
The movement is like S.W.A.T. Team actions,
combat rolls and tippy toes
to make it to the rendezvous;
it's oh so sweet, and oh so bad.

The lust is too urgent.
There's no time to tease.
The passion's apparent,
and so is the need.
Consensual binding of souls in the trees;
successful 'cause everyone came.

A satisfied smile comes to bleary-eyed faces.
The night was long; the night was good.
A plan comes to mind of the numerous places
the act can repeat, just don't get caught.
An action forbidden is made all the sweeter.
The heart is stuck. We all stuck up,
but never robbed of intuition,
inventiveness, enthusiasm, initiative to find a place
and make it all your own.