Against the wall,
His hands at her dress.
Face the dark;
A squeeze, a caress…
“I promise…” He whispers,
“Come here.” commands.
A timid step forward,
A taking hand.
Wrap around love,
Her legs upon high…
His supportive weight,
Between her thighs.
Tearing clothing,
‘Gasp’ her lips…!
Grasping fingers,
Grinding hips.
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