Into your room I walked, intent on holding you
Deeply aware of your parents' voices through those thin walls
Like sirens and accomplices the cicada began
And you came to me with summer's eyes.

Warm and lazy was summer's breath
Soft sweet jasmine through the window melted
As the cicada's pulsing song drowned out
All but my breath and thumping heart.

I froze, mesmerised - and you came to me
Turned and pressed yourself against me
Fearful hands rose slowly to cup your breasts through soft grey cotton
As you urgently rubbed your mounds against my young pride.

Wordlessly you bent over, and my eyes journeyed and feasted
Up long pale legs, to the furnace that paled summer
My aching pride, crowned with deep purple plum
Touched the mouth of the furnace, and together we were lost.

You urged me to be rougher
Your hands clenched and sloshing the waterbed
With each battering wave I ploughed deeper
Furrow stretched and pulsing.

The cicada silenced, and your parents' voices were but feet away
Sheets stuffed into your mouth
As you screamed through the crashing waves
But my storm was yet rising.

With deep breath I strained
Lifting you, still impaled on my pride
As the ocean drowned me
And your toes furtively sought the shore.