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Soft, Hard (or Places in Between)

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Straight-laced, buttoned up tight � �
buoyant breast stressin' her blouse � �
and pencil skirt fitting every curve � �
�just right� � �
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her deceptive smile � �
bright eyes on fire � �
a boss in her world � �
everything this king doth admire � �
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�Barracuda.....in stiletto heels way high�💪🏾 � �
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late in the evening � �
when the moon sits high � �
in the night time sky � �
in her dimly lit room � �
in silence, she cries🌹 � �
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wishes and dreams � �
of love and romance � �
perhaps too much woman � �
for any mortal man to take a chance..... � �
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�..to love her �naked� � �
flaws and all 'cause � �
even the �queen bitch� � �
needs a soft place to fall � �
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and as I grasp hold of the duality � �
of her facade, firmly planted between � � �
strong arms, hands shaping and molding and kneading � � �
her until the color of her love, longing and lofty, lustful nature become � �
one beautiful shade � �
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slowly � � �
�� deeply � �
�� ....i take it � �
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desperately longing to love her......naked � �