Autonomous Indulgences

In a clandestine dance, they meet in the night,

A world of passion, hidden from sight.

Autonomous commutes, their secret domain,

Where desires ignite, free from any restrain.

Under moonlit skies, their bodies entwined,

A symphony of pleasure, a rhythm undefined.

Whispers of longing, in the dark they share,

A steamy embrace, a moment so rare.

In the shadows they frolic, their hearts aflame,

No names, no faces, just bodies in the game.

A discreet world, where inhibitions are shed,

Exploring desires, in the darkness they tread.

Their journeys intertwined, on autonomous rides,

A fusion of pleasure, where ecstasy resides.

No boundaries to bind them, no judgements to fear,

They surrender to passion, as the night draws near.

In this hidden haven, they find solace and bliss,

A realm of intimacy, where secrets exist.

No need for pretence, no need to pretend,

Just two souls colliding, in a world they transcend.

So let them frolic, in this clandestine affair,

In the depths of the night, where passion’s the air.

For in this steamy glimpse, a retreat discreetly unfurled,

They find liberation, in the dance of another world.