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Quick
Hot night,
Feels right.
Backseat,
Where we meet.
Stealing some,
Wanting more.
Never enough,
That's for sure.
So little time,
To get mine.
Your sweet love,
All I think of.
Holding you,
Kissing too.
Caressing through
Stolen moments
With you,
Short and beautiful.
Published 29th Aug 2015
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Anonymous
29th Aug 2015 8:45pm
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29th Aug 2015 8:46pm
Your stolen moments are sweetly put Keith..
know well the insatiability of the forced circumstance of quick passion, so fleeting, yet so heavily
etched on the soul. you get dark poetry sighs fer reminding me. [good ways but owie ka-thumps of heart]
great quickie of loves here misters, you always have me feeling the awwes & owwes of luv, same time.
curtsies to your pen sweetie,
~d
know well the insatiability of the forced circumstance of quick passion, so fleeting, yet so heavily
etched on the soul. you get dark poetry sighs fer reminding me. [good ways but owie ka-thumps of heart]
great quickie of loves here misters, you always have me feeling the awwes & owwes of luv, same time.
curtsies to your pen sweetie,
~d
29th Aug 2015 9:05pm
30th Aug 2015 00:42am
Hi Keith, this poem reminds me of summers and the joy of getting to second base.
