pig-tails

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It isn't her figurines
of piglets and Pooh,
or the pictures on the wall
of making bacon on the hoof.
That makes me as happy
as a pig in a waller.
It's when her hair is in pig-tails
so that I can ride her longer.

She loves to have her hair pulled
a personal preference
an exciting sexual tool.
Two hands on the reigns
of a wet and wild ride
insight to her insides.
I know when she wants to be held
she will wear her hair...
in pig-tails.

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TeeTeeTeeTeeover 16 years ago
Giddy-up!

<Shakes head and chuckles> Thanks for the read :)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
Damn, this is perverted!

Well, makes perverts out of us innocent folk like me (kidding). Good one, Art. Ya made me grin.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
this one...

makes me grin..as I wear pigtales in the hot summer...for another reason. ..wink wink...blue