Illustrated PoetryQuickieJust five minutes
is all we need.
Merely five minutes
of privacy.
We'll hide away
from prying eyes
behind a bookshelf,
or in a changing room.
You bend me over,
and hitch up my skirt,
pull my thong down
and unzip your pants.
Wham-bam-bam!
Take me to heaven!
Then straighten our clothes
and walk out of there.
English
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