Under Cover Of The Masses

Let us shudder
in defiance
as our clandestine
alliance
goes unnoticed

Busy and distracted
they haven't a clue
that I am buried
inside of you
unhindered

Scrolling through
the illusion of action
a thousand stories queued
but devoid of any passion
oblivious

Not one of them
even takes glance
as I ravish and fill you
at any given chance
private or public

But today,
despite the grunts
of our pumping rhythms
they have better things to do.