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Friday, February 17, 2017

Making Love At Her Parents'

Photo by McMenemy from Flickr 
Hush, we make love, we make love,
we make love.
Shhhhhh, we’re in love, we’re in love,
just a couple of doves.

Squeak!
We stop the love.

Listening to the empty air,
the house crackling,
the others breathing.

Imagining what the others think,
while a ring in my ears disguises
their snooping.

We take position and wait.

Again we continue our love disguised
in deep sleep position.

Hush.



This is another old poem I wrote and is part of my first collection called Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! You can find the poetry book with Amazon

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