Out for the evening 19 years old
What story has the night to be told?
Into the club, a Smirnoff or two
On the dance floor and I see you
Your looking at me, really at me?
What is gonna happen? To be?
We dance together, grind to the beat
I can’t stop dancing, nor control my feet
You look in my eyes for a second or two
Then we kiss passionately, me and you
We cannot wait, we grab our coats
Catch a cab, this is not a joke
Back to mine, through the door
Knickers off, to the floor
You rip my shirt, I rip yours off too
Wild animals in an explosive stew
On my old sofa bed, with broken springs
Dont care, making you scream
Alcohol great, it’s lasting long
Oh it’s great, nothing wrong
Then to the climax, at the same time
Oh it was great, hearing you whine
We finish, panting, laying there nude
Strangers, that had fun, being rude!
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Phil lister 28/09/17
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