She was singing with a stanger , a crazy duet

It was to be just another karaoke night

As they sang , they exchanged glances

And when they danced, he held her tight.


Her heart racing , how would this end ?

Their bodies aching , the music loud

His mouth on hers , she didn’t say no

He held her hand and they lost the crowd.


Giddy passion and tousled sheets

Ripped lace and her garter gone

Strangers in perfect sync

Making music until the dawn.


— that mishmash  ( Singing is a special gift indeed)

P.S. Strangely strangers aren’t so strange after all !



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