Slapstick Naughty
Maybe what we need
is a little more make up sex.
Maybe what we need
is a few more exploratory kisses.
A growl can tremble like a treble clef,
all rowdy and slapstick naughty.
Maybe a permission slip
for the teacher is what we need.
Maybe fingers on a chalk board
as we fall to the floor.
Just a little taste of dalliance
as we decipher each other.
Growling we are a duet trembling,
all rowdy and slapstick naughty.
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