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Holding Hands

We were walking through our town

Holding hands

Nobody took any notice of us

They never do

Is this the most innocent of gestures

Now becoming commonplace

 

Masturbation

We are together on our afternoon bed

My hand is on your wet cunt

Yours is on my stiff cock

We are masturbating each other

It is all very agreeable

But is it love or just plain lust

 

Kissing

I adore every inch of your beautiful body

And smother it with passionate kisses

Which is a little strange

As my geographical instincts

Have always been very poor


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