Stranger

Nipples out, pants fall down,

a rush to pull the laces.

Bodies rubbing on the ground,

as sweaty palms dry faces.

 

Drunken eyes and kissing lips,

confuse the real emotions.

While tempting tongues starts swinging hips,

and puts the play in motion.

 

I love you, do you love me?

Just bend a little further.

Coming now should I pull out?

Yes! you are still a stranger.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Wow! My oh my. You had me there for a while. You are good! 👍

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