The taste was slightly salty when I kissed the dampened neck.
I smiled at tangy sweatiness and murmured, “What the heck?”
The smell was dimly murky as I smelt the pheromone.
Our exercise had woken just a hint of musky tone.
The rhythmic sound of rustling as our clothing moved around.
I heard a heavy thump as something heavy hit the ground.
Despite the chill I felt, my hands were ruby red, aglow.
We’d come so far, my tight held grip relaxed as I let go.
Relieved, I saw the bed with tailgate open. We’d laid down
our heavy, brown old cabinet to cart it into town.