One Night
I amble into the back room of the Red Lion and see you drinking, smiling, talking I watch you awhile the long slender neck hair tied up, that white tight top and the knee length skirt.
Later outside in the cool of the night we chat, smoke and laugh, we go as one swaying along the road I catch your arm and move you closer.
Walking hand in hand we pause eyes and lips meet,
I press against you my hands paw at your body, head spinning
breath laboured.
We fall to the ground, I press harder my nob growing against your crotch, no longer someone's wife, sister or daughter I am spent.
Rising to face the worlds glare carrying guilt and misgiving with us, parting not the strangers we were.
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