Full-Contact Sport

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He fumbles with my clothing,

rushing to get them off quickly

and tossing them on the floor

next to our bed.



He tackles me,

pinning me to the sheets;

he tickles me,

touching down my sides



He kisses along past

my perfectly-maintained turf

while simultaneously

squeezing my tight end.



He advances down the field,

now done with foreplay

getting into position by

lining up with my wide receiver.



He sets his sights

on the end zone as together

we reach the goal line and

I grip tightly to his leathery skin.

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