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
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
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