The Twelfth Date

Undressing you was never going to be easy;
removing the gaudy bling
that you wear from head to toe.
When the lights are off I lay you on the blanket,
pick you up and carry you to the bed;
to the freshly dug hole where I place you
gently, but firmly, all the time wondering…

…how the hell I managed to get pine needles in my knickers?

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