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Time to Taste
The birch, the ash and willow do not care,
As they caress the flesh and leave a mark
To represent a kiss on skin that's bare
And ready for the kindnesses he'd park
Upon the backside, haunches and the breast,
In a swift exercise to deal with gripes
And commonplace complaints that will just rest
Unanswered as my female form is striped;
And behaviour improves, as does the chance
Of fetching blushes on my dimpled cheeks,
That have the right to wriggle and to dance,
Given they've been needing this for weeks,
I'll draw my skirt up high, sir, take my perch
And enjoy tasting willow, ash and birch.
As they caress the flesh and leave a mark
To represent a kiss on skin that's bare
And ready for the kindnesses he'd park
Upon the backside, haunches and the breast,
In a swift exercise to deal with gripes
And commonplace complaints that will just rest
Unanswered as my female form is striped;
And behaviour improves, as does the chance
Of fetching blushes on my dimpled cheeks,
That have the right to wriggle and to dance,
Given they've been needing this for weeks,
I'll draw my skirt up high, sir, take my perch
And enjoy tasting willow, ash and birch.
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