Absolute confluence

He grazed past her with his twinkling eyes.
She tried to mask the ripples of his brazenness But her nipples responded.
He did not had to wait further.
Pushing her inside the storeroom
He ripped her decorum.

With one hand restraining her feeble movements
The other grabbed an ice cube from the nearby table.
And then he coursed it.
From her neck, spiralling it on her spine
And finally resting on her lower cleavage.

Endless river flowed.
Merging into each other
But ultimately from one source.
As he slid the traces of cube inside her shivering leaflets.
She arched her neck in sheer madness.

Pushing her against the wall
Grabbing her tresses, he entered.
For this was the absolute confluence.