Cheaters Cheaters Pumpkin Eaters
The fury of suspense
Neither dare mention
Once the moment presents
It's clear their intention
Day in and day out
Both trying to achieve
With the same know how
And allotted leave
Bearing obligations
That fade by day
When both imaginations
Discretely play
That fragment of time
The flock divides
The last two in line
For a thrill seeking ride
The shape of two virgins
A deceitful mirage
Sinfully splurging
An innocent massage
She pulls away
But only a little
The game, in play
Her bow, his fiddle
Her eyes of wonder
Add gas to his fire
Rainbow induced thunder
Of lustful desire
The inevitable irony
Is such a shame
Once finished, they see
They are to blame
The excitement vanished
The mystery, no more
He's no longer famished
And she, now a whore
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