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A Romp in the Metaphorical Hay.
As I sit here with the suns' rays
covering me like a warm waterfall
and hitting my body, I quickly
become hot
Little droplets begin to form on
my body, so I remove my shirt and
reveal my bikini-top
My husbands eye I catch watching me
and I soon lose my bottoms as well
Now my husband is almost chasing me,
trying to help me out of the rest
Playfully I grab the hose and threaten
to squirt him if he doesn't stay back,
but do you truly think that he cared
When the water doesn't stop him I
begin to run but he catches me halfway
around the tree and throws me down onto
the grass and kisses my hot body till
he sees the nosy neighbor watching
So inside we move and both quickly
lose our clothes for an afternoon
romp in the metaphorical hay
covering me like a warm waterfall
and hitting my body, I quickly
become hot
Little droplets begin to form on
my body, so I remove my shirt and
reveal my bikini-top
My husbands eye I catch watching me
and I soon lose my bottoms as well
Now my husband is almost chasing me,
trying to help me out of the rest
Playfully I grab the hose and threaten
to squirt him if he doesn't stay back,
but do you truly think that he cared
When the water doesn't stop him I
begin to run but he catches me halfway
around the tree and throws me down onto
the grass and kisses my hot body till
he sees the nosy neighbor watching
So inside we move and both quickly
lose our clothes for an afternoon
romp in the metaphorical hay
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