Bleak and dreary, the monotone dripping of raindrops upon a window echoed through the room. She swallowed the ibuprofen beside her to remedy her sore throat from screaming at last nights election. She rubbed her face. Then, in a furious flash, she remembered his assertive, cold hands on her tender waist; him running his hands up and down her; his sweet, salty sweat on her tongue...
***
"Good job Theresa, " smiled Barkley into her ear as the room shrieked with applause- she heard nothing. All she could do was gawk at Corbyn; mesmerised by the movement of his dry, flaky lips.
"Jeremy..." she bit her skinny bottom lip. Suddenly, she felt a slow trickle down her thighs and it's musty, strong scent- fish. Barkley scrunched up his nose in disgust. Utterly humiliated, Theresa sprang out the room; blushing.
***
In the safety of her toilet cubicle, she wept. She knew that it wouldn't happen again. Try as she might, she couldn't hold her tears in.
"Having fun?" Called a familiar voice.
"C-Corbyn?" She stuttered in shock, "What on earth are you doing in the ladies' toilets?"
"I sometimes follow you in and hide in the cubicle beside you. I love hearing you grunt as you squeeze out your constipated shits, " he sighed. "Its what gets me hard."
"Oh Jeremy!" She moaned, "I follow you into the lavatory too. Watching you helicopter as you piss, splattering urine everywhere- it's what gets me moist."
They where silent for a moment. Then Theresa stepped out to confront him.
"Do me Jeremy. Do me like I'm your little bitch again."
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Brexit: behind the scenes Theresa x Jeremy (Romeo and Juliet) ft. Tentacles
PoetryThis is the behind the scenes of what happened between the Brexit negotiations. 👀👅💦 This is my magnum opus. Please don't get mummy Theresa on my ass. This is purely for a laugh 👏👏 NO MALICE INTENT. DONT TAKE ME TO COURT YOU SILLY GOOSE !! Fuck...
