Erotic Fly-Tipping.

FLY TIPPING.
sneak

Last night while I was fly-tipping -
I spied two naked guys.
They were wrestling in the bushes.
You should have heard the cries!
I am not a violent person.
I hate to see men fight.
So I stepped into the foliage,
to see if I just might,
put an end to the commotion.
But what an 'end' I saw,
grinding in and out -
of a hairy mans back door!
I'm a lover not a wrestler.
Their moves were new to me.
They seemed very affective.
He was unable to break free.
The look of pain he courted -
only added to my fear.
Something was not right.
There was something very queer.
I had read about activities -
in local parks and loo's.
Where men would congregate -
in multiples of twos.
Perhaps I was a witness -
to an act love, not war?
I retreated to the pavement,
after picking up my jaw.
I continued illegal dumping.
Trying not to make a sound.
Safe within the knowledge -
that love was all around.
A tremor in my undies.
Aroused by their technique.
Their screams now sighs of pleasure.
I'll tip again next week!

sneak