Football
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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