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Distraction
A paperback
resting across my lap
cloaking my admiration
Was I supposed to see that?
Peeking out from her skirt,
a flash of black panties
snug to her
the prize
at the climb
of her long legs
Lost in a thought,
the novel no longer of interest.
resting across my lap
cloaking my admiration
Was I supposed to see that?
Peeking out from her skirt,
a flash of black panties
snug to her
the prize
at the climb
of her long legs
Lost in a thought,
the novel no longer of interest.
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