We glowed with a life.
Unspoiled by which love
Those fireballs of kissing's
With shy shrieking, dodged.
Whilst of others, in range
Muddily had splodged!
Our games were a child's.
Enough of pleasure
In chasing, being chased.
Quick, quicker panting.
The fun of blushing pure
Seriously laughed in!
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Our games were a child's. Enough of pleasure In chasing, being chased......delightful
Thanks so much again