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Click hereSway to the pavement's peepers
Cracked eyelashes flit and strain
No hands to grasp and stroke the possessions
Prized by young strumpets patrolling the borders
Porcelain enamelled legs dangling from the crotches
Wafting pantyless perfumes destined for delving tongues
A fisting probe to slide, sizzle her mounded fabric
Slippery to each grinding high-heeled stride
Can't you slither her shaved expertise?
Hurling that staunch snarl to the ground
Where she'll swash
Wrench the skirt over the assed bullion
To your honoured delight
Duty
Pommel the shaft through that muscled clenched zone
She strutted it
You salvage the tryst.
Too young to beware now
Thrown for refuse to the
Tough zone.
Rather creative sounding piece. I especially like these lines:<br>
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"Porcelain enamelled legs dangling from the crotches<br>
Wafting pantyless perfumes destined for delving tongues"<br>
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There's a fresh feel to this one, thanks to your choice of words.