winter season came
hot couple went to a park
they're so alone
they can't stop touching
no matter .. wearing bulky clothes
he presses against
thick argyle sweater
her face flushes crimson red
they forget it's cold
in the fire tower
near the top of the forest
leaning against the rail
she unbuttons her coat
urges him to press closer
she kisses .. whispers
Copyright @June 2016
StandingBear
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PoetryA cliché or cliche (/ˈkliːʃeɪ/ or /klɪˈʃeɪ/) is an expression, idea, or element of an artistic work which has become overused to the point of losing its original meaning or effect, even to the point of being trite or irritating, especially when at s...
