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Going Fishing

The female form's fantastic
Such a fine form to observe
Every crack and every crevice
Every crook and every curve

Wearing clothes that are form fitting
Bras that make her breasts look fine
Tight pants that cling to everything
She baits the hook and throws the line

She casts the fly, to catch his eye,
She gives a wiggle and a jiggle
The former hips, the latter tits
A come hither smile and giggle

He bites the bait, she sets the hook
And proceeds to reel him in
Brings him into shallow water
Let the measuring begin

She lets him see her bait box
Lets him touch and feel the lures
Checks to see if he's a keeper
Wants to see if he endures

Soft lips he sees, perchance to kiss
Hair and nails, done to the max
Makes him glad that she's the angler
And he's the fish, those are the facts
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Once I began this, it went into an entirely different direction. It was supposed to be about the female form and ended up going fishing. My, how my mind works. Hope you enjoy. It was fun to write.
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