Night crush

Her sex is every bit refreshing and invigorariting as a summer breeze. Two strangers meet in the back room of a low lit bar. The lamp swings unevenly over the pool table. Their silhouette as one. Their first breaths unfamiliar and ackward. Their bodies embedded, flushed cheeks caressed and haphazardly erect. A lonely man enters to feed the music machine. Shyness cannot overcome the abrupt intrusion.  Fuck you lonely man.