Outside in the park, there’s no one around,
You kiss my neck and stroke my hair,
Our hands start to stroke each other’s bodies,
Getting turned on by the thought of being discovered,
Pants down, knickers off.
Sliding inside me, slowly at first,
Picking up speed, sweat dripping off us,
People can see us, we do not care,
I hand you my number and walk off through the crowd.
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