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WHEN SHE IS NAKED I CAN SEE
When she is naked, I can see
Rest of her legs, above the knee,
That join in an inverted ‘V’,
The hair she grew at puberty
That is kept trim so tidily,
How her breasts hang like fruit from tree.
Those favoured parts of her body
I like to touch intimately,
When she comes to the bed with me,
Making her for the night frisky.
Rest of her legs, above the knee,
That join in an inverted ‘V’,
The hair she grew at puberty
That is kept trim so tidily,
How her breasts hang like fruit from tree.
Those favoured parts of her body
I like to touch intimately,
When she comes to the bed with me,
Making her for the night frisky.
Published 4th Dec 2014
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