Yes? Yes!!

Surprised our eyes upon seeing one another.

The sun on my back. The sun in her face.

My thoughts aroused. As they return to us last night.

Or carnal carnival of swapping syrup an thought.

Forcing fears back. And other parts forth. Applying more and more? Moist force.

This signals. The sin in her.

And spurs her to undulating.

I sync in. Her pit I stir.

Towards climax where gravitating.

She drops her hammers relentlessly.

Her hell bells quiver.

My Fang feeds her fissure.

As she finishes what I give her.

KABOOM !!!!!!!

Their vests explode simultaneously. Whallah!!! Martyr Yank Party!!!!