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Palms

It wasn't the palms
pressed flat against
the wallpaper
that caught my eye,
it was the offering,
slightly bent forward
knee length nylons
-my favourite shade of blue
and your bare ass
calling for
immediate attention.

I set my briefcase down
remove my suit jacket
and roll up my sleeves.

Your rounded perfection
swaying for me;
impatience.
Written by Tenderloin
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