| Oh The Stories They Tell by Joshua Rechy Lovers laughing, dancing down the streets Kissing, petting, at each other’s feet A “rolly polly” tumbling of passions A painful journey of teasing and flashes When into the bushes, the two disappear While the world flows around them, desperate to be near Cloths torn asunder sniggering and panting A blushing to hear that an old man is laughing Like babes from the womb they take their escape As their show becomes a nudist exodus in the make Their hindquarters aflame, as two sets of cheeks are shamed The naked bandits or some other such name They will make it home in a hurry, the old man thinks with a grin No more time to dilly dally, just enough time to make it in |

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