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His TrystRuby red droplets,blood anointing her charms, Trickling slowly down tanned muscled arms. Triceps straining to bear his own weight, Fondling the creamy breasts of his mate. For him to have let his blood mingle, Told me this coupling was not single. The leather thong of his arm band, Gripped tight in her pale hand. Damp from his primal pace, He drowns in her ecstatic face I feared it was only a matter of time Before they saw me, he, who was mine They were so intent on each other, Night shadows had leant me cover. He had been curved over her back, Her body lush,aware of my lack. I'd never seen him in such passion. Every position in abandoned fashion. Now armed with the knowledge of two. I could keep quiet ,what should I do? So far I had been alone in my mind, Wondering which was less kind. Keeping the sultry secret of this tryst, Revealing all to become the unkissed. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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