Deep in the back beneath piles of panties
rests a pic of her; denuded of hair
each follicle plucked, her fleshy bits bare,
shone in the flare of the flash she saw
succulent pillows of pink sugar vulva
exposed with tugs and pinches of tweezer
responsive wet beads of pussy aroused
delightful sans pubes or silk underwear
revealled recesses of cliché and rose
a devil who wickedly wafts pheremones
with a tickle of those willing plump lips
emancipated from clothing now nude
rapacious cunt waits in the drawer
slippery and eager to get thoroughly fucked
Z2
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