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Lacy....( a vignette to Auld Lang Syne )

forest green and very shear
hearing her romantic cry
teasing my ear,
making it crystal clear
that finally she is mine

�.and I don't want to miss a thing

her skin
perfectly brown
her tear drop breast
and thighs perfectly round
her butterball
so young, so soft and
I am so down ( for whatever awaits.... )

her hair is a mosaic
of honey, golden brown
long straight locks hanging
down upon her shoulders
how my fingers want to linger....

�.painted across a satin canvas
her exacting silhouette
is idyllically composed
my eyes stretched wide
my body yearning
the warmth of her
fire inside

this whole year, I've patiently waited to behold

this final toast to an � Auld Lang Syne �
my torso bare,
hips adorned in gray-flannel
hard, long and strategically
laid to the side

prepared to wet her
lips in a most intimate way

as I push Lacy's green slip up over her thighs

�..and I don't want to disturb this groove

moving the moist crotch
of her sexy lace panty
over to the side
she wraps her legs around
buttocks, pulling me
slowly, deeply,
inside

seduced by her butterfly kisses,
bodies moving into overdrive

a salacious salute to the passing
of �Auld Lang Syne�