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the feeble, the funky  
the famous  
the wise  
 
singed
hearts & minds
she owned them guys

no surprise

taupe colored Levis cutoff at the thighs
she wore ‘em real snug
just the right size

genuinely paramount
to each slick pose

what often arose was a dream sans clothes

image of an unyielding grasp of style
sex appeal with
so much zeal
and

had it for awhile

upon her arrival she had that loot survival?
yet hers was more like swag

from Rodeo Central, each essential
tools kept tight
in her bag

like that titanium dildo
just like a field goal
maybe an extra
point

the kind
she would make
to have herself quake
or when she’d
indulge to
anoint

look, this queen had a flow
wherein she never ate crow
living life without strife to
the extreme

mostly, pretty certain with all her flirting
she was just fulfilling
her dream