Gaming

Standing at a Pac-Man machine, yes deep in competition
But not against each other,it us against the world, virtual friction
Two hands working a joystick as one
Praying down to our man that this game is never done

Haha that's it turn baby turn, slow down and let them gather up
Now eat that power pellet, lets teach them not to fuck with us
With just a little display of strength watch our enemies run
Separate, slam into each other, rebounding in their confusion

While I stand here behind you with my face buried in your hair
While I kiss your neck, you whisper into and tug on my ear
Pressure is applied to the joystick as your ass is pressed into me
You reach back ensuring that I have your back and we share the same destiny

Hand checking high and low on your own personal joystick
With your back pressed against your own personal wall made of bricks
You're confident enough to chase those keys around the board's grooves
The ghosts are all amazed at the confidence in your new joystick moves

I'm now playing hard, left and right, up and down your lanes
My hand escapes from your waist, reappearing lower on the maze's pane
Loosing two Pac-Mans with my hand down the front of your pants
As I sought out and discovered a third smaller joystick right in your pants

On this level the ghost move faster and they don't even change
As my fingers move all around that smaller joystick bring pleasure and pain
You push against my fingers as waves of heated pleasure flow into my hand
While tightening your grip on your own private joystick meeting my demand

The ghost have separated trying to box us in from all angles
You're grinding so hard against me, my balls are being mangled
Trapped in a corner with nowheres to go as you flooded and shuddered in my hand
We ate the last power pellet as we climaxed, bending the maze to our command