High Noon

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cavu182
cavu182
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Black thong swinging
from the rear view mirror
blasting ‘cross Nevada
top-down, top gear,
hand on my collar
hand on your thigh
singin’ to road music
damn, we love to fly …

Road-side pull-off
lonely picnic spot
middle of July
bright blue and hot,
skid to a stop
jump out on the run
couple horny travelers
looking for some fun …

Pull down my Levi’s
hike up your skirt
top the picnic table
No need to hit the dirt,
You’re so lubricated
it takes just a flash
in-and-out, baby
and we gotta dash …

cavu182
cavu182
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