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- A Simple Ode to Marcia Brady
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A SIMPLE ODE TO MARCIA BRADY
by little miss blair
My brother and I weren't close as kids
Not sure of the reason why,
I was in to girlie things
and he, he was just a guy.
A macho boy, sports and things
playing rough and tumble games,
His hero's were the athletic types
He knew them all by name.
Me, I was in to dolls and clothes
Shopping at the mall,
Watching cheerleaders do their thing
Pink panties I recall.
My family never ever aware
My penchant for other girls,
With long, short, or shiny hair
or blondes with lots of curls.
One evening on "Nick at Night"
While watching the "Brady" show,
I became so hot for Marcia
My juices began to flow.
My brother murmured softly
"That Marcia's a sexy chick,"
And from his growing member
His eyes were in his dick.
Later, in our separate rooms
I could hear him whacking away,
Fantasizing about that Brady girl
The climax of his day.
In my room I stroked myself
Softly moaning her name,
Dreaming of her fuzzy twat
Untill I quietly came.
A dream we had in common
My brother and I, when young,
Lusting to fuck young Marcia
Be it cock or tongue.
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia
Your innocence brought us joy
Being the favorite "girl next door"
For a horny girl and boy.
little miss blair
©copyright 2003
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years agoDearest, dear Miss Blair
Truly you have a Flair
To take a need
We all can Heed
And put it on display
And all I can say
about this way
is hip hip hooray
:-)
lexie
