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Quickie

Just five minutes
is all we need.
Merely five minutes
of privacy.

We'll hide away
from prying eyes
behind a bookshelf,
or in a changing room.

You bend me over,
and hitch up my skirt,
pull my thong down
and unzip your pants.

Wham-bam-bam!
Take me to heaven!
Then straighten our clothes
and walk out of there.

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