Gang of four

so...we are...moving...
My fists in her thick, rich auburn hair.
Gasp...
Oh..."hang fire"..
Me..I have this prerogative...as Dom...*smack* her thigh...
*who* the fuck is that?...
She drags me down...
imperative..unbound...ok ok ok...
*who* the *fuck* is that?....
I slam...along to eighties....blur...
Oscar would *not*...play Gang of Four...
Push up..from me...
hang fire...
Ooooooh....
Euro song .......
she drags me into a grind of leather and sweat.
"I love a man in a uniform"..is not the song...but it sounds just....like...the.....one....and...

*wham*

we grind back into our sweaty embrace...