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IN FRONT OF THE CAMP FIRE
In front of the camp fire
we realise desire,
as in the warming air
our bodies become bare
and to make love we move,
you on top in my groove
and upon the dry ground
our loins into loins pound,
clutching your manly chest
unto my open breast
while my nails in your back
dig your skin, making track.
We're just two animals.....
biting like cannibals
upon each other's flesh
as. loins in loins, we mesh.
we realise desire,
as in the warming air
our bodies become bare
and to make love we move,
you on top in my groove
and upon the dry ground
our loins into loins pound,
clutching your manly chest
unto my open breast
while my nails in your back
dig your skin, making track.
We're just two animals.....
biting like cannibals
upon each other's flesh
as. loins in loins, we mesh.
Published 6th May 2025
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