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NO CLOTHES LEFT ON HIDE
The groom and his bride,
With champagne supplied
Beside the bedside,
No clothes left on hide.
Touch on skin applied,
They kissed, moaned and sighed,
Their need undenied,
Her core liquefied,
Her legs opened wide,
So his manly pride
Could be slipped inside.
On her he did ride.
They came like a tide,
Then she got astride....
With champagne supplied
Beside the bedside,
No clothes left on hide.
Touch on skin applied,
They kissed, moaned and sighed,
Their need undenied,
Her core liquefied,
Her legs opened wide,
So his manly pride
Could be slipped inside.
On her he did ride.
They came like a tide,
Then she got astride....
Published 19th Apr 2018
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19th Apr 2018 10:48pm
People who don’t write don’t actually know how hard it is to tell a story and rhyme!
You do however :)
Well done🌹
You do however :)
Well done🌹
