Erotic Poetrymothers girlshe's eighteen
same age
as her mother was
when I banged her
same red hair
same green eyes
maybe a few more
freckles on her tits
it didn't take long
to get her out of that
little black dress
onto her back
and her red high heels
high in the air
eager and energetic
she grunts
and squeals
as I drive myself
into her
her green eyes
get glassy
as she orgasms
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