Splash marks on my thigh
Tell me, are you happy now?
A look of disappointment, nigh
Sinking down and swimming feeling
Cramped, in the movies
Hours feel like days
As our moans penetrated this wall
And my own
Sigh, what a lovely fall
Deafening silence befall to us both
When will this end? I recall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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