Hayloft Memories

I remember playing in a hayloft 
with older boys, daring to jump like they did.  
I tunneled alone through hay and darkness, 
to find light at the other end. 

As my memory goes back to those carefree times, 
I wonder if I tried to impress older boys 
as if they were my father.
Was I trying to outdo my brothers?
Was there a sexual element 
in body sensations in free fall in hay?  
Was b...

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Hayloft

“Hayloft”
 

 

The hayloft love making

baby it was so sweet to

my burning infatuation

and body as you gently

laid me down on the 

straw bedthen kissing my

whole body and you

even had my toes

tingling and then

you started to work

your sweet sex magic

while making me sigh

loudly because it was

like the first time we

made love all over

again baby the...

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