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Tight, Blue Jeans
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]Her thighs
strain against the fabric
of tight jeans,
the shape of teardrops
in a candy rain
( ...her seductive waters make these eyes wanna' cry )
exotic, erotic
so sensual
close to being obscene........
.......that subtle gap
as I helplessly stare
in between her lap
her *lips* straining to speak
"Come inside and take a peek"
hot steam rising,
my heart racing
hunger building
I am chasing.......
.......pavements,
moving sidewalks,
trying to get these hands
all
over
your
sexy frame
"...my latest, greatest temptation"
no shame
wanting to "rape" you out
of those jeans
she sheds them
like a second skin
a single button,
a tug of a zipper
and I'm in like my man, Flynn
the serpent speaks of
“Apple Bottoms” as
I take a bite of her fruit...
.....an introit deep into her lair
I pilfer all the queens righteous “booty”
“….exotic, erotic
so sensual
close to being obscene.”
(..licking my lips )
I'm gonna' work a *root*
deep inside
the tight constraints
of those
damned
blue
jeans
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