Straightforward idea, got this for when I wanted to write for the SCP wiki and the Canon-Hub Author told anyone who wanted to contribute, to either use a verse from their favorite poem or song. I don't know what else to put here, except maybe a horrid example from me. Spoiler: Life on Mars? by David Bowie An alleyway was never the best of places to have sex with, not even a quickie, but that was what Theresa had to deal with as one of her legs was high above her head and beret, as the other dangled from the trashcan that she sat on. Rocking back and forth, the tin refuse bin was loud as it was tossed around, in contrast to the 5"6' girl, as she chewed on her brown coat in an attempt to muffle her moans. As for her partner, not only was he dressed more casually than her, but he didn't even bother in being quiet as he grunted at each thrust - not to mention, he didn't even consider the fact that his pants were now muddied as they covered his shoes, whereas Theresa was annoyed at the brown spots on her white knee-high socks. Finally reaching his climax, Theresa's partner came in deep inside of her, and as she felt the rush of semen up her vagina. In retaliation, she grabbed the handbag next to her and hit him with it, much to his confusion. "What the hell?" Only to be hit again. "You dick! I thought you had a condom on," jumping off of the rubbish bin, Theresa brushed herself off as her partner was pulling his pants up. "You said you already had a period." "Yeah, but you just don't go around trying to knock everyone you meet!" An annoyed grunt was the last thing he heard from her as Theresa marched out of the alleyway, withdrawing an atomizer out of her bag and spraying herself in an attempt to rid herself of the odor of garbage. Sufficiently smelling, Theresa then withdrew a few quarters and attempted to call a friend through a payphone, only for a voicemail to respond: "You've reached the McKenzie's. Can't pickup right now, but leave a message after the beep." Frustrated and defeated, Theresa simply hung the phone and left the booth, making her way towards the theater instead, found a seat at the middle of the building, and had her head be held up with a hand as the movie began playing - not paying attention to the fact she didn't bother buying a tub of popcorn for this screening.
