Empty room
Dark corner
Discarded
The old wooden chair sat forgotten
Stepped around
Dusted around
For a decade, the old wooden chair silently sat in its corner
Lights low
A chance, two people meet
A glance
A smile
An intimate hug
A breast caressed
A neck Kissed
A deep lips embrace, fuel their inner fire
Intimate encounter slowly convert into lust
Blouse unbuttoned
Shirt undone
Bra unclasped
Paints unzipped
Clothes disregarded on the hard wood floor
Bedroom too far for passion quest
Chair grabbed and put into chosen placement
He sat down on the old wooden chair
She slowly sat down on his erect harden crown
Wooden chair first sound loudly cracked into the air
Startled laugh and giggle rip into the air
Hips gingerly rotate, gyrate, in the sensual rhythm of love
Crack - crack - crack, the old wooden chair speaks in the rhythm of conjoined hips rotations
As hips rotate harder-
The old chair crackling sound become louder
As hips move with urgency
Cracking sounds cadence out quicker
Loose joints hold tight
While old wooden chair rocks back and forth
As their passion lust for each other near quest ending
Passion scream, deep moans, drown out the old wooden chair cracking sounds
As deep shivering quakes mix with hard palpitations
The old wooden chair joints strain not to become unglued
Deep breathes become silent breathes
Two persons in love retreat to bedroom
Leaving the old wooden chair to sit silently in the middle of the room
With old memories of two persons endearment for each other, added to the new
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