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 !