OUR THING

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POEM – OUR THING

Our thing is a beautiful game.

We play it so well it it’s untamed.

You got me with dimples.

A perfect start so simple.

Poker faces full of lust.

We played the game till dusk.

Your hands on me.

I am open, my wants free.

I’ve wanted you but didn’t know it.

You’ve come for me it’s explicit.

Our hands clasp, face to face we stand.

Poem by @sugaroc

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