The pounding of the drums beat in counterpoint to my own thrusts. The wave of humanity in this orgy of sweat and decadence flows back and forth, nearly as a hesitant reminder to me to keep surging forward. Deeper. More forcefully. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Gone now are the restraints of tenderness. The force builds and my shoulders tense. My back arches. The muscles in my legs tremble as I concentrate on keeping them locked in position.
I am so close now and the euphoric elation of the moment sears through my mind blocking out all else but that which is front of me. Everything slows down as I come toward the climax of this most amazing of all journeys.
*Hi, Can I have a pint of Coors light please.*
Nothing worse than a busy bar.