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The Final Fall

Poetry By: dubl

Fun times at the park.

Submitted:May 13, 2008    Reads: 88    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

the sky was nice that autumn day
when you gave it up for me
a parkbench and i loved every curve
fingers traced lips whispered love
you curled your toes i bit my lip
til you bent in for a kiss
undid my belt and your bra
this feeling's with me even now
you gripped my skin
and tore at it
i breathed you in
til i suffocated
you bit my neck
i ripped your shirt
no need for clothes
no need for words
this wasn't love you said
this was lust but i loved your end
you moaned for me one last time
i kissed your cheek
you put your head on mine
wanted this to keep going
but winter comes and it started snowing


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