One Night

She went low. He sighed.

Pretty much a treat for a good girl.

They both danced around later that night.

He felt blunt. She felt romantic.

Not the best feelings for some Friday lights.

He went behind. She sighed.

The shadows were moving behind a bright light.

They both loved it. They loved each other.

Now they are one, playing with another.

There wasn't 50 shades. They wasn't any grey.

There was white and lots of it, too.

Although, they slept together,

They were best friends, too.

It's good they brought a shield.

They needed it.