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Midnight Brooklyn
Your architectural legs
Wrapped around my waist
Lights scattering in the room
The rumble is heard
Announcements made
It's time to go
Ride on my back
Exclaimed, he did
Just feeling a bit,
Like going down on you -

It was something you said
Some how you made me curl
And then he spoke
Then with the beat of a different drum
It was the three of us

In the meadow alone
No longer of heights
He mailed the signed letter
And together
Three of us made love
Without you there.

 2006 David Greg Harth