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Coming to the reunion party, You look drop dead gorgeous, Shoulderless you gyrate now, Your gown looks so golden, Every man is with their wife, Still, no one looks at his own, And everyone wants to feel you. I observe them adjusting pants, Stealing looks at you frequently, Few have their mouths open, For the past fifteen minutes, I grow slightly insecure, For you are so beautiful, My lovely gorgeous wife. Now the alpha male comes, I was not ready for him, He asks your hand for dance, You agree after looking at me, Then I see you dancing with him, He pulls you close to himself, You soon excuse yourself.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
The Killer Pulsations
Coming to the reunion party, You look drop dead gorgeous, Shoulderless you gyrate now, Your gown looks so golden, Every man is with their wife, Still, no one looks at his own, And everyone wants to feel you. I observe them adjusting pants, Stealing looks at you frequently, Few have their mouths open, For the past fifteen minutes, I grow slightly insecure, For you are so beautiful, My lovely gorgeous wife. Now the alpha male comes, I was not ready for him, He asks your hand for dance, You agree after looking at me, Then I see you dancing with him, He pulls you close to himself, You soon excuse yourself.
Such short love story parts My HP Poem #1443 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
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