Strangers in the City

His only love had said good-bye to him that evening;
Left him dry in shame and drowning in fear;

He was recalling her words while passing the deserted streets of the city;
as if the entire state had moved out at the same time;

The moon was pretending it had sanity;
the sky didn't care for it at all;

His hands in the pockets of his coat while whistling their old song;
His aura was contagious to anyone who ever had a vow of their own;

As the streetlights remained a misty faint sand and dangling low over anything;
the whispers of the cryptic were terrifying, his only faith to stay categorical;

No beeping of the city horns to lead astray his regard;
No music heard for his ears to endure;

No laughter to make him smile;
No scents of cuisine to make him hungry again;

He found a park bench watching the streets to sit down in;
He laid his head down with thoughts hieing faster now;

He could hear his tears mounting from the depths of his heart; broken billow;
swallowing of discomfort his love had left after she left;

When he looked up to understand what it all meant;
to maybe feel something in the city broadcast to help him purge;

Flustered over the vacancy these streets were faced with;
Uncertain of why he was even here to remember it all;

That's when his eyes converged on a shiloutte stationary beside a postern;
The figure was limpid and misplaced like the chiming in his head;

He walked over in engrossment to discover a young woman weeping;
She was pacing back and forth containing her chin like an infant;

He asked if she was alright and approached closer;
Her eyes seemed startled but her body didn't cringe;

She had said her only love had said good-bye to her tht evening;
His words had cut through her soul like aberration over a violent storm;

He listened as her voice was shattered and her beauty was taken in;
His sadness ceased for a while as he focused on her;

Her hair was of diamonds in a powdered snow eyes like adobe;
Her clothes were wor thin and damp from he didn't know what;

He had said to her he had lost his love that evening too;
She left without giving him a chance to imagine why;

The weeping young woman wondered why the city streets were so naked;
She wanted to understand where the world was sleeping tonight;

They talked throughout the mendacious moon's parade;
They walked down the streets of seperation and chicanery;

He pulled her close to console her heartache;
She pulled him even closer;

They began to kiss;
Her lips felt so genial against his;

They were strangers lost without words;
Searching for a path to be convinced in;

Two broken hearts in the expressionless city streets;
They began to undrape eachother ;

She began to palpate his stomach with the tips of her fingers;
He caressed her neck as she leaned back for more;

As minutes died,they were found lying in the middle of the broken down street;
exposed to earth and under a spell they didn't care to abolish;

He was on top of her at a medioce pace as he kissed her harder;
Her arms secured on his back ad straddled her legs across his ass;

Her wail echoed back from the reply of the sleeping city;
He protracted to move along with the night's conclusion;

He indented his left hand on the base of her tits;
Condensing barley as he gave her a tonic of love;

As they fucked harder within the empty streets, he feels the intensity now;
Nothing seems to matter anymore, his sadness was hidden;

His eyes roll and his cheeks contract as he cums;
Along with one last bearing sigh he looks at her;

She straddles him with more dynamism;
She gives him trivial pain in his back as she moans;

As the moon began to obscure it's face, the early aurora was awakening;
You could hear them breathing;

They were still strangers plugged in by the moon;
Lost in isolation to find love that night;

She will never see him again and never knew his name;
He will never find her again and wanted to know her name;

They are lost in thoughts now of that divine night together;
For that time they forgot their sorrow;

Released their torture;
To acquire one last fuck;

In the middle of the drained city streets;