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Lunch Break - - for the it's a knockout comp
I noticed you were in a hurry
By the way you ate your lunch
Coleslaw, cheese and crackers
Red and green grapes in a bunch
It only took five minutes
For you to eat your lunch
Sat next to me on this here bench
I listened to your crunch
It’s not that I am nosey
I can see your diet is frugal
Lunch should be more substantial
They have recipes on Google
It is clear to see you reasons
You’re slim and watch your figure
You worry about your ass size
You don’t want it getting bigger
So beautiful to look at
Such a sexy wink and smile
Without really knowing it
You have the power to beguile
You have absolutely no idea
How you fed my erection
After all, you sat next to me
Not my normal, random selection
I fantasised about you
In that torture place
Scalpels and power tools
Cutting off your pretty face
You really haven’t a clue
Just how close you came
As I re-sheathed my blade
Your lucky day, I proclaim
Victims sure come easy
In this my favourite park
May we never meet again
Especially after it gets dark
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