Cunninglinguistics

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She stands before me with her back bent like the McDonalds Arches
Every inch of her curved form catching my attention
From the poised perky guns she calls breasts
To her wondrous back end that brings more eyes than an optometrist.
Legs thick like milkshakes, overflowing with that sweet goodness,
And they stretch right into those killer hips that make u want to reach out & make "Oliver Twist like Dickens"

Anyways I'm standing there observing and enjoying her sheer brilliance and praying to God she ain't Hetero and that her college school girl like advances are positive indicators that sometime soon I will be unhooking that deceptive looking ice blue bra that supports those sweet Caramel Pillows she has for breasts. Or strip her down to her chocolate skin and take my time to enjoy her. But as she walks over with that lil saunter in her step and that cocksure strut that's sure to attract every cock and pussy around, I cant help but imagine me and her doing all the things you only see in the adult sections of video stores...well maybe not all the things but most of them.

She gets closer and I stay calm.
She asks the time and I tell her we got all in the world.
She smiles and I lick my lips gently
She bites her lip I tell her she should let me do that.
She calls me fresh I tell her as can be.
She says I'm cute I tell her the same.
She exchanges numbers and same time names.
I tell her she's sexy enough to be my girl and she tells me I'm bold enough to be her woman.
I warn her I'm an animal and she jokes by saying she's tamed worse.
I look away and she sits down close to me.
I look her in the eyes and she says that she likes me.
I say she moves fast and she says I never stopped her.
We Pause, We smile, we kiss, we touch, we...Go far

I wake up and she's gone.
One fleeting moment.
One passionate tryst.
Our minds touched and our tongues twisted and we for one fleeting second realised what this was....
Just a fuck.

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