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Click hereWhen Hannah walks ahead of me
She'll turn, hitch up her skirt, and grin.
"Catch me," she'll cry, "I'm falling."
I'm falling faster, head over heels,
And we tumble down the long hill;
I'm chasing her, she's chasing me,
The rain is cool on our skin.
When Hannah runs ahead of me.
Her bottom fits the skirt just right,
Her cheeks fit my hands even better.
I flip the skirt over her head, she can't see,
But she pushes herself back to me.
"Take me there, take me there,"
She knows where she's going, I don't care.
When Hannah kneels on the bed
Her hands push hard against the wall.
When Hannah comes to my bed
Her legs are long, she's languorous,
She smiles at me in a certain way.
"Fuck me slowly," she says,
"Fly me to the moon, to the sky;
Hold my body down, take the leaves from my hair."
When Hannah comes to my bed.
Love the dynamics, how the scenes and wordplays roll on, ever-changing the background of the stage the two actors perform their play.
Thanks for sharing.