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Form

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That dusty joint, just across from the place I've yet to recall the name of,
sat virtuous me, singing your praises; If you were but to know..

Studying your form guide, telling me of the days forecast; like I didn't already know..

Going to be hot and sultry like your tanned body I Imagined being held tight by.

Though In truth, I'd gone further than planned..

Said it all with a "you're needed" glance;
And you,
being the master of the house my meandering thoughts pursued with the taking up of my skirts
in that dusty joint I'd spoke of earlier, subduing the beast in me back into your control with that
oh so tanned body pressing me against the wall.