Friday Night

  

They had their favourite chair

He knew she would be waiting there

All day on text, she had teased

She’d dress for him, loved how she teased 

On his lap, kisses deep

Rub against him, her sex weep

Slowly strip his shirt away

The tongue and nails nipple play 
Before a single word was said

He’d lift her, carry her to bed

Look deep in her eyes from above 

Then take her, start their weekend love

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