Erotic PoetryDouble TroubleWhen the Master is away
The girls come out to play...
When the girls come out to play
The boys stare, not much to say
The girls swing side to side; sashay
While boys hope it is their lucky day
When boys naughtily whisper and pray
The girls sit proud and firm on display
The girls shift, shuffle like yummy prey
Boys talk of wine and a pretty bouquet
The girls wriggle a little, restrained and gay
Whilst the boys moan of being kept at bay
The boys scheme and plan of a clever way
And the girls just sit, snugly perky today
One boy approaches, stuttering, "If I may?"
A hand attached to a lady smacks the hand away
The boy retreats, contemplating another damn way
To touch the double trouble girls of splenderous array
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