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Click hereI watch in disgust as the old man moves, His withered hands caressing her curves. His lecherous eyes ogling her large breasts, Alas, a most unblessed mess.
The beauty of her body he takes no heed, His mind only on selfish deeds. Though her form is perfect, her visage fair, He ignores her beauty to his own despair.
Though her body is beautiful and her face divine, All he can think of is a twisted design. The old man's lust leads him to a place, Where beauty and pleasure have no grace.
He is blind to the beauty around him, His sight only on a dark whim. The beauty of the woman stands in stark contrast, To the ugliness of the old man's acts.
The old man thrusts deep within her, His pleasure driving him ever further. The beauty of her body does not move him, For his only thought is carnal whim.
The beauty of the woman stands in stark contrast, To the ugliness of the old man's acts. The pleasure of his momentary bliss, Forever marring her perfectness.
His seed fills her up, her body trembling, As he finds his release in her welcoming. The beauty of the woman stands in stark contrast, To the ugliness of the old man's acts.