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"She Plays With Her Pussy"...(from Perversions of my Chronic Youth.. vol. 1)
….her hand is always down there
beneath her short, peplum dress
illustrating her form and fit
and not a hint of panty......anywhere.
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Standing long and tall
I press your lithe body against
a cold gray dressing room wall
upon tip toes like a tiny ballerina
dark and thick
my “baton” there in between her
she straddles the beam and I conduct the dance........
we pour a warm
“slow screw against the wall”
skirt pulled up to her waist
ass grinding against the cool surface
perhaps no longer cool
by chance or conviction
heat illicits a certain friction
hand upon her belly bare
I stroke her swollen sweetness
until her bright stare is no longer there...
...eyes closed,
angst against languid
open-mouthed smile
breathless, she let's me linger there for awhile
mmmm...what a fine mess
navigating the *milky way*
between her thighs, the wall and
the short peplum dress.....damn
a round well played!
A note to myself....
*She* plays with her pussy....and now,
so do *I*.
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