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Live to Fuck Another Day
Live to Fuck Another Day
Bonita and I were intimate partners,
No love between us,
But we loved to play,
Fornication was our game
It's a risky game we played,
Naked with our organs visible
Her firm and tender boobs were a treasure,
Her erect nipples were a stimulator
With Bonita, being horny was a trait,
The way she teased me,
The way she gave me lustful looks,
Could make even a warrior fall
We fornicated in any available places,
Washrooms, conference halls,
Quickies in my car,
Whenever we met,
Making love was all we thought
She was a Kamba girl,
Beautiful as goddess Diana,
Her athletic body,
Made Bonita a sex pro
One night I visited her brother,
Brian, who was my best friend,
I was afraid he would find out,
He was a soldier, death would await me
Not all games are played right,
Bonita saw us and hell broke loose,
She wanted a quickie in the toilet,
But she moaned loudly until Brian heard
My life was at a stake,
I knew our friendship would end instantaneously,
So we had to flee through the window,
And live to fuck another day.
© Summer Boy
"Diaries Of A Madman"
Bonita and I were intimate partners,
No love between us,
But we loved to play,
Fornication was our game
It's a risky game we played,
Naked with our organs visible
Her firm and tender boobs were a treasure,
Her erect nipples were a stimulator
With Bonita, being horny was a trait,
The way she teased me,
The way she gave me lustful looks,
Could make even a warrior fall
We fornicated in any available places,
Washrooms, conference halls,
Quickies in my car,
Whenever we met,
Making love was all we thought
She was a Kamba girl,
Beautiful as goddess Diana,
Her athletic body,
Made Bonita a sex pro
One night I visited her brother,
Brian, who was my best friend,
I was afraid he would find out,
He was a soldier, death would await me
Not all games are played right,
Bonita saw us and hell broke loose,
She wanted a quickie in the toilet,
But she moaned loudly until Brian heard
My life was at a stake,
I knew our friendship would end instantaneously,
So we had to flee through the window,
And live to fuck another day.
© Summer Boy
"Diaries Of A Madman"
Published 22nd Aug 2022
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Poem based on a true story
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23rd Aug 2022 1:33am
2nd Apr 2023 7:23pm
Sounds like you were in a modern version of Romeo and Juliet, with the Montagues and Capulets of the Shakespeare play being African tribes. At least you evaded death to you both.
