The Lovers
Meet me at the station she said.
I will he replied, his mind in her bed.
Smothering a smile she shifted her legs
I need you honey, come he begs, begs.
Her feet tip tap along, in a hurry
He is off and out the office, scurry
Together in a lustful embrace
Hot breath in her ear, your place, place.
Difficult to walk when so aroused
Her nipples harden under her blouse
Rushing now they can’t wait, breathing
Touching, exciting , needing, needing.
Finally behind the door once more
Clothes scattered hastily on the floor
Legs wide soon passions are sated
Time now back to their lives, hated, hated
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This poem is for Ritu’s #Loveuary
Ritu of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.
My poem, The lovers , is inspired by the statue at St Pancras Station London