Immoral Moral

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My latest venture
going door to door
the suburbs of the city
trying to find
a one of a kind
that absolute perfect titty.


Walking house to house
ringing those bells
under guise of being lost
taking great care
with every pair
prejudice at all cost.


I looked and looked
on every block
feet aching with pain
I did not see
where can they be
is this all in vain?


Becoming so tired
I stopped in a Shoppe
a cup and cigarette
a young little lass
a soft round ass
perfect as you can get.


My search was over
my fetish changed
so simple to alter my quest
such a sweet dear
a sumptuous rear
to hell with perfect breast.


If you're like me
in constant heat
sex permeates your mind
to feed your lust
you must adjust
and take what you can find.


author, little miss blair
© copyright 2001