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Let’s go out, publicly wiggly.

We arrive, only one’s parked.

The light, it buzzes, dimly. 


Dressed up, messed up, & revved up.

We seek to stake a claim. 

We scout, lookout, & enter by the dugout.


Timeless, unchanging, NIGHT.

Our time.

As we hike in there’s…

no game to see.

Just you & also me.


We go deeper, to the field

& into paranoia too.

Who else just might be, using the lou?

No one in sight, we found our oasis.


Calm until noises cried out, that is.

Bum rush? Lurkers? Criminals? – not tonight

Who knew owls could scream out 

in such a wretched  blight.


The debauchery ensued, surely as planned.

It was such a beautiful lewd, so be damned.

Making love & going bump in the night.

So glad we managed it before the light.


An orgasm will do, but it's more about 

Time spent with you.


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