Gotta Have That Beat

She did not know from where he came that night,
Nor who he was, nor anything except
That when he danced, her body softly wept
With tears of lust; she fought with all her might
To keep from peeling off her clothes right there
And ravaging his body on the floor.
She ached to have him drilling through her core,
Playing the stallion to her estrous mare.

He guided her into a small alcove,
A place discreet enough to not be seen,
Took off the panties from the frantic teen;
He pulled her down upon his throbbing spear,
Transfixed her like a floodlit roadside deer,
And hauled her ashes from her pelvic stove.