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The Bodacious Blonde she is a portmanteau a blending of thought voluptuous yes but yet down-home too she'll bake you a cake or a sweet tasty pie with flour on her face a bomb shell sacre bleu she is courageous audacious and a spirited soul fiesty like a hornet you'll feel her sting graceful and kind be careful not to raise her ire and please pretty please don't ask her to sing she can haul out the trash and mend a skirt carry large loads and cut the back nine she doesn't mind playing in the dirt but when she dresses up oh my god she is fine her grey eyes sparkle bright in the light her long golden hair down her back it's hard to let go when she kisses you good nite pressing against you with her incredible rack a friend forever and an incredible lover who wouldn't be proud to have her on your arm although not a spy but great under cover yes she is bodacious and her kisses are warm Gomer LePoet ....
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Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 11:43 AM UTC
The Bodacious Blonde
The Bodacious Blonde she is a portmanteau a blending of thought voluptuous yes but yet down-home too she'll bake you a cake or a sweet tasty pie with flour on her face a bomb shell sacre bleu she is courageous audacious and a spirited soul fiesty like a hornet you'll feel her sting graceful and kind be careful not to raise her ire and please pretty please don't ask her to sing she can haul out the trash and mend a skirt carry large loads and cut the back nine she doesn't mind playing in the dirt but when she dresses up oh my god she is fine her grey eyes sparkle bright in the light her long golden hair down her back it's hard to let go when she kisses you good nite pressing against you with her incredible rack a friend forever and an incredible lover who wouldn't be proud to have her on your arm although not a spy but great under cover yes she is bodacious and her kisses are warm Gomer LePoet ....
david-nelson
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Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 11:43 AM UTC
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