BAD COMPANY

Late night wooden meet ups,
Sensuous sips or erotic drinks,
Pants!Sort of those after laps,
Sensible ship begins to sink.
When she's with him,plans get trapped,
She never gets to the thousandth wink,
Hear those playful slaps,
It's a way of making her forget how to think,
Contortion of emotion the theme is grasped,
Between them a special sealing ink,
A monkey witnesses and so chirrups.

Nature of birth,is their only special link,
The lad hastens the play it safe,lay back straps,
A change has come,from good to bad,
The lassie is temporarily transformed to a flirt.
Every night the tree-house witnesses a flood,
Something like cleansing of good dirt,
Boy goes at it without fear yet he knows the catch,
She does too,but it matters not much,
Seemingly.
Physicaly.
Mentaly.

Her spirit though knows otherwise,
It understands the risk but goes ahead and accompanys him to the clouds of infatuation.
Situations.
Circumstances.
Scenarios.

Blurred togetherness,
Virtual loving away from reality of life itself.
The two loose control and find steer on an inclined pursuance of inverted pleasure.
Word play.
Burning voices.
Forgettable choices.
Little is said.

Something must be done,
Good is wandering alone,
Bad is gyrating in and out.
Twinned personas for each of them.

Cut!
Cut!
Cut!
Yells,the timely director.

M.O.O aka C.E