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Stag

On my stag was
A skinny little minx.
A friend from work
And after many drinks.
On the dancefloor
We started locking eyes
Arms up high our
Feelings began to rise.

Getting closer
We felt the hardcore beat
Pulse through us
And mingle with the heat
Rythmic throbbing
Rising all around
Cocooned us
More than just a sound.

In our own world
Out of sight and mind
We embrace
And then begin to grind
Bodies touching
People everywhere
Lovers betrayed
We no longer care.

Our blood boiled with
Fire in our thighs
Who we were then
We don't recognise
Going further
Was our master plan
The the real world
Came in with a bang
 
Suddenly we
Remembered who we were
Embrace broken
We travelled no further
Back to safety
Standing at the bar
Two more drinks
Think we'd gone too far.

Til the next day
When we'd sobered up
Got a message
So I called her up
One hour later
Lying in her arms
Done the deed
Could not resist her charms.
Igawyrwal1
Written by Igawyrwal1 (Phi)
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Author's Note
Strange but true, the skinny minx messaged me the day I wrote this. I wonder what will happen next.
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