by lostaboneMissoula, Montana, USA
Dec 2015 802 Views 0 comments
Woman
Her black silk dress
Fitted her like a sheath
The taut lines showed
Her nakedness beneath
Black-stockings
Gartered at the thigh
Stimulating to the loins
And pleasing to the eye
She turned every head
With her glamorous allure
Filled each man with thoughts
None of which were pure.
Fitted her like a sheath
The taut lines showed
Her nakedness beneath
Black-stockings
Gartered at the thigh
Stimulating to the loins
And pleasing to the eye
She turned every head
With her glamorous allure
Filled each man with thoughts
None of which were pure.
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Posted: Dec 2015
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