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It's summer time again and the shorts with cameltoes came back out
Even without the cameltoes I need to know what a fat ass mound is all about
Is it because she has a thick bush, because she doesn't shave down there
Or is it because you have fat ass lips without a fucking speck of hair

Lots of things run through my mind as I look at them from behind
With no fucking panties, thongs, or a bikini pantyline
Their beauty's intense, while reducing the sun's strength
This is the time for mating, there is no pretense

I was standing in the checkout line when I heard, "well hello there"
She was wearing shorts over a bikini bottom and a ponytail in her hair
A matching bikini bra on top with her favorite Tee pulled over
She was buying the fixings for a cookout, she had friends coming over

I said, "hello" although I didn't know her name
It seemed our places to shop were exactly the same
Besides the same shopping center, we also shared the same deli
I had noticed several times that there was a navel piercing on her belly

We engaged in conversation while making our way slowly towards the register
Mentally I was wondering could I ever truly treasure her
It doesn't matter this is summertime, yes the time for sex
A time to eat our fill, because fall comes next

I waited for her to check out and then walked her to her car
We decided that I'ld follow her home, it seemed she didn't live that far
After weaving through traffic, she lead me to her front door
She walked over to my car and said, "now we don't have to meet at the grocery store"

Offered to stay for the cookout, promised a private party later on
I reminded her of my groceries, so she added my number to her phone
We both knew that the next time we met, we would mate to summer's sound
And I would find out the mystery behind that fat ass mound
Written by I_IS_ME
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