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It was hard leaving you

It was hard leaving you
it was so hard and still remains.
Those subtle kisses haunt me still
as I think of those toes in my face
in all their candy red glory as you
tipped them on that stool to hang
the wares I hawked on the walls
owned by corporate douchebags.

You stood there so willingly as I held
you and looking up to see under that
frilly dress your absence of undies as
you smirked while I melted into mass
desire and rubbed your feet with an
imaginary tongue until I could stand it
no more then helped you down to me
face to face as you felt my bone press
into that dress against you excited.

Quick then take my hand as we escape
to the prop room of the theater to find
a couch comfy for you to climb atop
me with that frilly dress hiding our
pleasures as my real tongue circles
those nipples enhanced with clamped
jewelry of beads and metal we exist
for a Time captured in the storm of
passion du jour as my juices leave
my stem to find way to your passage
mixing with yours in subtle rubs.

Then as we collapse into a puddle
sweat a roast of flesh unkept on the
plane of plenty and utter nonsense
to each other with rewards of tiny
swollen wet kisses holding that
frilly dress grabbing as if tearing
for dear life and dear life is just a
part of this folly by all the way of
moments never forgotten in Time.