sensual

HAY STACKS ARE FOR OLD LOVERS

Her hair grey like an overcast day,

Enchanting me with her sly smile,

As we hide away in the hay,

Like young lovers on the sly.

We huddle in a pile,

Carressing each other,

Hushing our whispers,

As we enjoy our secret smiles.

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