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Spending an Afternoon
Let's spend an afternoon sat on a bench;
Well, he’ll sit on the bench and she will wait,
Attendant on his wishes – let her clench
Her buttocks when he pats his lap; her fate
Is, clearly, to climb up and to address
An absence with her presence – he will want
Her panties round her knees and that nice dress
To be folded or rucked up; let’s be blunt –
It’s time for sir to spank the girl as hard
As he might wish to do; she won’t resist –
She knows she’s centre stage and she has starred
In reveries and fantasies; he’s missed
Her warmth and her proximity – the wrench
Of absence made him sit down on this bench.
Well, he’ll sit on the bench and she will wait,
Attendant on his wishes – let her clench
Her buttocks when he pats his lap; her fate
Is, clearly, to climb up and to address
An absence with her presence – he will want
Her panties round her knees and that nice dress
To be folded or rucked up; let’s be blunt –
It’s time for sir to spank the girl as hard
As he might wish to do; she won’t resist –
She knows she’s centre stage and she has starred
In reveries and fantasies; he’s missed
Her warmth and her proximity – the wrench
Of absence made him sit down on this bench.
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