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Park

The park was empty

We went at eleven twenty

Where you kissed my lips

Whilst gripping my sexy hips

You fingered and I stroked

Until we both were a little soaked

No feelings or commitments

Just horny and excitements

We humped and grinded

Like two souls that were blinded

Feeling each other’s body

After having a quick toddy

The rain was pouring over us

But we were in no rush

Just enjoying the point in time

Until our phones started to chime!

◄ Kiss

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John Coopey

Thu 23rd May 2024 22:08

I wasn't quite ready for the end.

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 22nd May 2024 11:46

I'm beginning to think that you will eventually self-combust Aisha!!!! Be careful 😇

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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd May 2024 10:49

I love the candour in this poem. It has the ability to touch one's senses. Such joy seldom lasts but it is a moment stored in the memory of time.
Thank you for this,
Keith

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