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The Renaissance of Her Legs And Thighs
Exquisitely
sculpted,
long, cool woman
black dress
highest heels
perfectly shaped calves
pushing up her derriere
pointed and round
she smiles radiantly
hair perfect,
absolutely
drop-dead
gorgeous.......
…....the Renaissance of her beautiful legs and thighs.
tears well up
in the corners of my eyes
my mouth salivating
and my temperature rising
imagining....
…...the soul behind the sensual smile
the way her eyes meet mine,
the way she gently bites down
upon her ruby lips
trying hard to trip a conversation
professional and clean
both knowing the insane
and the growing obscene
between those legs and thighs
hidden in the dark places
deep inside her great divide
longing to find myself
tightly in between
mahogany on fire.........
…..I am bigger than my body
dripping wet
skin drenched with
salty beads of sweat
her lips so soft, creamy and warm.....
....did I mention "wet" ?
feeling the friction
within the contradiction
of an indifferent direction,
this erotic insurrection
…....this is as good as it gets
caressing the flesh
and feeling the heat burning
inside her
long legs and
sensual thighs
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