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Hairstylist Goes Masseuse

Hairstylist Goes Masseuse

Molly the hairstylist takes up massage
She blazes a trail of sensuality
Across my chances that were slim
Back when my shoulders
Were the only game in town
Until my posterior becomes a touchpad
That would make any laptop proud
Upon which she signals my libido
With an SOS of the heart:  
 “Let me be the one touched” she cries
Written by goldenmyst
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