Obama and Trump walked through the moonlit park together, holding hands. Obama looked towards the sky as he let the fresh air fill him with a sense of peace. After some time, Obama looked towards Trump, who was quietly humming a Christmas song to himself. At that moment, Obama couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“My dear”, Obama said with a deep longing in his eyes.

“What is it?”, Trump asked, noticing his beloved’s gaze and unknowingly smiling slightly.

“It’s been some time since we’ve last done it together.”

Surprised, Trump’s slight smile turned to a slight frown.

“I know, but I haven’t had time because of the bigly things I’ve been doing for the country. Every day, I work so hard fighting Mueller and his 13 Angry Democrats. I’m just too tired.”

Trump let out a sigh. Obama could see his work was taking a toll on him.

“Well, what about tonight? There’s noone here?”

Obama and Trump quickly looked around. Sure enough, not a soul was in sight. Obama leaned in and whispered in Ttump’s ear.

“Get down Mr. President.”

Trump, with a large grin on his face, quickly removed his clothes and so did Obama. The park was filled with loud screams of pleasure from Trump as they both expressed their love.

Finally, as Obama was nearing his climax, Trump let out one final yell of pleasure.

“Make….America…great…AGAIN!”

With the act done, the two chose to lay there on the park’s grass and look up towards the night sky. With a smile, Trump told Obama what he had wanted to the whole time they were together.

“Covfefe.”