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That Scent
The heady scent of her arousal fills
The air in this vicinity; it seems
She has been showing off again: her skills
May well have so improved, each touch demeans
Her slattern-like behaviour; can she face
The world without a blush or look of shame?
And does she even lack the tact and grace
To mark her whorishness? Can she regain
A modicum of self-respect, as she
Surrenders to her inclinations? Sure:
Each caress is salacious and must be
Quite representative of how the core
Of her existence keeps her so content
To show she's wanton through that heady scent.
The air in this vicinity; it seems
She has been showing off again: her skills
May well have so improved, each touch demeans
Her slattern-like behaviour; can she face
The world without a blush or look of shame?
And does she even lack the tact and grace
To mark her whorishness? Can she regain
A modicum of self-respect, as she
Surrenders to her inclinations? Sure:
Each caress is salacious and must be
Quite representative of how the core
Of her existence keeps her so content
To show she's wanton through that heady scent.
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