A Saturday night

(A poem.)

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Kiss
on a bench
like this:
hand on a breast
on a heart
arms wrapped
muffled breathing
lips smacking
sucking
hungry
for more
for him
for her
rocking the bench
back and forth
half naked but
full hearted.
The bench is creaking
the breathing is heavy
the pleasure is chanting
and the sounds
Echo…
Echo…
Ec — oh!
And through the night
half naked but
full hearted
little kisses
sleeping loves
playing little spoon
and big spoon
till morning
when pleasure bubbles up
again.
Kissing here
… and there
Sucking here
… and there
until they’re bent
over a table:
one to the sky
one to the earth.
The table is creaking
the breathing is heavy
the pleasure is chanting
and the sounds
Echo…
Echo…
Ec — ooh!

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