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THERE GOES MA BELLE

There goes ma belle,
Au naturelle
Upon the sands,
With sun-oiled hands
Coating her skin
From face to shin,
Via neck, chest,
Around each breast,
And then her thighs,
Inducing sighs,
From I who watch
With stirring crotch.
Then she turns round,
Asks me to pound
The oil on track
Upon her back.
When that is done,
There starts the fun,
When fairest she
Puts oil on me.
I smile at her,
My breath astir.
Her hands at work
No spot they shirk
Except one place,
She says, with grace,
“You can apply
Within your thigh” –
Meaning my tools,
Called “crown jewels”.
Bottle I take,
Rub oil on snake
And in the hair
That grows down there.
She protects me
From others’ see,
With towel raised
While unamazed
At sight of me
In nudity.
“Now we’re ready
To dip in sea.”
We to the tide
Run, side by side
To plunge, straight true,
In the sea blue,
For time to share
Within la mer.
Written by Solomon_Song
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