It wasn't dirty, nope,
just good and hard
in a backroom with blinds angled
to let moonlight splash across skin.
The motion left the bed creaking,
rocking, breaking, left friends
in the next room clapping, left
us floored in a tangle of limbs, laughing
as Brenda yelled "you're gonna
pay for that" over a song she had cranked
to level ten to unhear the biology groove
down the hall on mountain night
in sweat-sweetened June.
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