When her hand reached
to answer
he was sweating there
mid-stride
wondering recipients
of a pleasure
doled by nature.
"Hello?" she coyly asked
while muffling short breaths
a furrowed brow above
eyes locked into passion.
At first his string was shortened
by apparent lack of interest
until he smelled intentions
of a heightened play with risk.
She nodded in agreement
with her unaware inquisitor
simultaneously signaling
her lover's ardent steam.
The two continued knocking
at their small back door to Heaven.
One entered the palace.
The other followed soon.
Somewhere in the offing
a caller ends confused
as to why those yelped responses
seemed to have a steep crescendo.
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