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Click hereThe tart reveals her bra
during her evening lap dance.
The man is hypnotized
by this beauty;
She’s grinding into him
(he’ll find his way into her).
The tart’s shorts are too tight
to be taken off without a struggle.
Still, she wants them off yesterday
and his middle to hers.
Wet t-shirts in the afternoon
to the eyes of prying men,
all lecherous and erect,
but, then again,
she yearns for their touch
and howls.
She wants it more than she should.
She wants it more than what is good for her.
She strips for her lover
in the jazzy rain.
Her blonde tresses are soaked
down her back,
and the man knows
he’s in the midst
of a wet, wet,
wet dream.