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3rd Sex

© ThornWithin
March 23, 2016


His swagger told everything
Though he denied all candid thing
His butt swaying, finger tossing did all the saying
He's a fruit.. I wonder if he's worth slicing

His ass beckoning as if wanting
Those eyebrows raised as if warning
Of future scenarios mind boggling
For a moment thought those tits were jiggling

Hesitating, I have to ask the ruffian
As to where those tits were made of
Thailand ?  I asked. He answered "NO ! Russian !"
And before I can retort.. to the dark he darted off.
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