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Her New Dress
Wearing her newest dress, she drinks her fill
Of coffee in a shop: here, lost in dreams,
She feels his hand upon her thigh; it will
Remain there for a while, since it seems
There is caressing needed and her leg
Is warm to touch, and he knows she'll respond
By turning to him eagerly to beg
For further favours: trespassing beyond
Her limbs will bring him to a moister place,
Where he can feel the dampness he has drawn
From her wet slit, by the cajoling pace
At which he's stroked his way against her form,
Where fingers skirt and each touch will impress
A girl who drinks her fill in her new dress.
Of coffee in a shop: here, lost in dreams,
She feels his hand upon her thigh; it will
Remain there for a while, since it seems
There is caressing needed and her leg
Is warm to touch, and he knows she'll respond
By turning to him eagerly to beg
For further favours: trespassing beyond
Her limbs will bring him to a moister place,
Where he can feel the dampness he has drawn
From her wet slit, by the cajoling pace
At which he's stroked his way against her form,
Where fingers skirt and each touch will impress
A girl who drinks her fill in her new dress.
Published 16th Nov 2014
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