Quarantining

Quarantining
Its day whatever of our quarantine together.
The weather is sunny but no one’s outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I’m rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I’m trying to arouse her, but she’s in the shower.
I’ll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run… for cigars… She doesn’t even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I’ll go for a run.
I’ll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I’m gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My aggression towards quarantine is inserted into her belly from the back.
I attack her agression with passionate incisions.
It is my mission to leave her in a position of pure satisfaction.
On her mind is my body; I see quarantine on the back of her head.
On her neck I taste the sweat of erotic frustration.
We switch positions.
I allow her to ride her anger away as I submit to sensual quarantine.
We release our stresses on each other but hold on to the satisfaction.
I need a quarantine sandwich and a Newport