Silence

Crush

How did I ever get myself in this situation?

Ruined a good friendship with infatuation. 

Really, whatever was I thinking?

When I decided to go out drinking.

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Took my best friend out that night.

A true stunner in every right.

A crush on her, I had all my life long.

And then it went all horribly wrong.

She caught me staring at her rear,

Her scathing remarks did sear.

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Let me describe her but briefly, 

You will see why I was infatuated chiefly. 

She had long supple legs,

That pulled your eyes up from the dregs. 

It joined the cutest, roundest, tightest derriere, 

That made you just stupidly leer.

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Onwards and upwards, was her taught abdomen,

Tight and defined by a strict regimen,

Onto to her small, yet perfectly formed breasts,

With petite nipples at their crests.

How do I know, you petition?

I have seen her in a topless situation.

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Then to her face, I go to dwell,

I cannot do it true justce if I must tell.

Her lips of pinkish hue, soft and sweet,

When she smiles, it is like she has given a treat.

Her eyes of hazelnut brown shine,

And drink you in and is utterly divine.

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Her hair of auburn hue, with streaks of red,

Grace her shoulders from her head,

Her laugh of rich cadence melody,

Sends shivers of delight that cures any malady. 

Her bouncing youthful strides, 

Draws my lustful stares and something else besides.

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Enough of her and what I yearned for,

Back to the horror that shook my core.

She looked at me and said,

"What are you looking at Fred?"

Red is what I was and speechless,

Her arse looked fabulous in a dress.

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She had the pick of the pack.

Of time I had lost all track,

In a corner of the club so dark,

I hid after she had, had her lark.

Mope away as best I could,

Nursing my beers from the beginning I should.

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Now here is the thing, blessing to some,

To others it could be quite cumbersome,

But up she comes swaying her hips,

Almost got me licking my lips,

Whispers in my ear if I'd like to horizontal dance.

Tonight would be a one night chance. 

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Her eyes were red as plain as day,

Second best is not wise some might say,

But come on, I am not made all of stone,

Here was my chance with her to be alone.

Like a rocket I raced her homewards, 

With no thought of what happens afterwards.

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My one and only chance, never to be repeated, 

An opportunity to fulfill desires till sated.

I tore into her like a stallion on fire,

Played her like a professional on a lyre. 

Shook her world for hours on end,

Thanks some to the alcohol with my system did blend.

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All spent and exhausted, laying still in twined. 

Cheshire cat smile on her face, comes to mind.

Stroking my chest, nibbling me,

She said words that sent my joy soaring free.

"Greatest lay ever, should have done this long ago,

Who knew? Now I will not let you go."

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Was I ecstatic,  in heaven, truth be told,

Woman of my dreams, none could have foretold. 

I was a keeper, ordinary looking, but a stud!

My sexual prowess, saved me from being a dud!

Now we get to the bad part, 

Where my horror story does start. 

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Incarcerated, I am now locked away,

A carnal visit turned into a permanent stay.

Fed well and milked everyday.

I am now just a sexual tool for her lay.

If I had only not gone drinking,

A free man would I be, what was I thinking?