It was an impossible time to love and yet they did, ignoring the rest of the world, oblivious to the furor, the horror and the hatred. While they climbed into bed millions watched a world leader hanged for killing hundreds of innocents, while another world leader walked confidently to church, perhaps to pray for the hundreds, maybe thousands of innocents he killed. One used gas, the other smart bombs and in the end the men, women and children died horribly. A gentle kiss on the lips as a noose tightened, whispered words of love and devotion brought arousal while shouts of derision belittled a bearded man in the last moments of his life.
Her nipples hardened as his tongue slid up the soft mounds of her breasts and circled the dark areola. He let his hard cock slide over her legs as he suckled one nipple and then the other, letting them grow large in his mouth. She opened her legs wider as his hand slid up her thigh and gently tucked itself between her lips, opening them with the slightest pressure. Pressing into her, he felt his fingers enter her moist opening and he savored the warm, wet, soft feel of her.
As his hands moved over her body, another body was dangling by a rope and a man hated and loved was cut down and dragged away while a world watched. A few mourned while others celebrated and other leaders took note, feeling a noose begin to tighten around them. They spoke quietly in different languages and the people beneath them began to move, began to create.