I had not realised,

When we were seated on the Sofa as it vibrated,

It is her vagina,

And that is while we attended to each other in the bedroom.

"Who is the gentleman with you?'

She replies, as though we completed our history lesson together, "A man I believe who has given up the burgers so he can devote himself to our simple life."

I could not even think at that time, as we were walking out and my penis was not even a contract of negotiation setting the money table as a casino would ask. Simply, we just fell in love as though two ancient civilisations came together as one temple worships what we love doing the most. "meow."

Then the telephone 'booth' came to us. 

 

"Time to make our call, honey" as she set her eye implants into my history adjusting the temperature in my penis, only to reduce the nerves I once had when meeting new female partners.

"If you dedicated yourself to me and my friend and our way of 'simple life', what could you say to us to help us dial your number in that telephone 'booth?"

"an old movie on the television?"

"I am going to dial '1942' for you honey, as this has my wet spot looking to your nose and my nose to smell the very nature you need to come 'into' my home."

A Lover,

Dinner is served,

And when she enters the room,

You politely move away from the bed,

So she can choose the portion of sex she would like.

Her friend lowers the length on her blouse to show off her cleavage as though a 'bird' in the cage was set free and that glass between her thighs is filling up so that warm bath-tub is only a few 'tippy-toes' away from that "experienced meow" she longs for everyday.

"Lovers, our door bell is ready for that ring."