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Tomorrow Combs Her Long Blonde Hair
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I picked up Nature's daughter, |
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Vagina smooth as dewy water; |
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Embedded in incestuous eyes |
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Dark dreams consent to copulate; |
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Nude back suggests what occupies... |
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Soft contours tease, "You're never late." |
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Doffed bra agrees, "I never wait." |
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Her bosoms make fine ripples; |
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I like to call her Pokey Nipples. |
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A girl in loveI adore her! |
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Beached cleavage scoops for me alone |
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With tiny pink shells before her; |
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Remember baby on the phone? |
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Pumps ardent arcs of buoyant cone. |
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Tomorrow combs her long blonde hair, |
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Beneath her dress, black underwear |
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Which she disturbingly removes. |
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Live lobsters in her hand, she turns, |
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Silhouettes something soft that moves, |
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Bends to fix a shoe, whelp concerns |
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Nonchalantly farmed, and returns. |
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Bare sunrise legs conduct her seat, |
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Thrust engine wish becomes my feet: |
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First dissect her female pale wide, |
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Unfasten trembling tethers; |
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Skirt's precious view shame wants to hide, |
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Toast cinnamon altogethers! |
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Unfuzzed thirsty feline feathers. |
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"What shall," I said, "we do tonight?" |
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"Let's fuck," she slyly said, "Alright?" |
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"Aren't you easy to have fun with!" |
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"Nothing but your mammal prime mate |
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Galloping over to run with." |
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"I twitch," says I to acclimate |
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This horse-scented-manger climate. |
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Rhapsodies, my perfume shoulder! |
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Fall me down to get much bolder. |
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Off we bluejean zipper smooth stars, |
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Upward awkward blooming first date |
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Tentative strokes on musk guitars |
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In wicked lick and hesitate, |
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Crisscrossing dick, lying in wait. |
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As Spring doth blow yond carrot trees, |
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Blonde dork-breath curtsey-squats to please; |
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Silk-whipped hardness dares the gunwale, |
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Stuffing pretty eyes with blue talk |
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Chug-chug cheeks of puffing funnel, |
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Insouciance reigns the flock, |
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Frenching with a Mushroom P. Cock. |
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Steamed slit in heat, I cannot tell |
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The ballroom bombs that make me swell: |
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Untoward times and bondage games, |
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Breasting bees for your employer; |
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Embrace the clinch with what's-their-names |
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Pique the esoteric voyeur! |
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In faith, your come licking warrior. |
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A naked pearl tongue honey's child |
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To kiss responds wet, orange and wild; |
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Uncoiling untamed loyalty, |
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Flesh fibers dart with soul undone; |
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Deft hips, suddenly royalty |
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Defying puberty we're one! |
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For I am Nature's son. |
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