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A Woman of Taste

She's depraved and she's proud
Stands out in the crowd
Not concealing her sin
Where shall she begin?

By climbing on top
Flicking her crop
A matter of pride
With lust as her guide

Next straddling that face
Undulating with grace
His tongue on her clit
Then applied to her slit

So much to savor!
The ultimate flavor
A woman of taste
Let none go to waste.


Written by crowfly
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