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Can a pretty girl in a short red dress take away this emptiness? Hold me close squeeze me tight fill my soul with rays of light? Used to be that the prettiest girls were actually boys but no more, for nowadays there's a whole mess of the most gorgeous women in heels & short tight dresses, standing on the corners as offerings to the ways of men, some so youthful that their long sweet legs totter & tremble in their fancy shoes as do the steps of a new-born upon the vast plains of Africa, & strutting jazzily their tender flesh to catch an eye & then lean in provocative geometry into car windows to state terms & size customers, with small handbags squeezed tight to their sides, as they gather in groups emanating an ****** power seemingly enhanced by numbers, & yet to stroll by & listen in reveals nothing more than simple gossip & observation, for after all these are only working girls not goddesses at their ease.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
Tenderloin Girls
Can a pretty girl in a short red dress take away this emptiness? Hold me close squeeze me tight fill my soul with rays of light? Used to be that the prettiest girls were actually boys but no more, for nowadays there's a whole mess of the most gorgeous women in heels & short tight dresses, standing on the corners as offerings to the ways of men, some so youthful that their long sweet legs totter & tremble in their fancy shoes as do the steps of a new-born upon the vast plains of Africa, & strutting jazzily their tender flesh to catch an eye & then lean in provocative geometry into car windows to state terms & size customers, with small handbags squeezed tight to their sides, as they gather in groups emanating an ****** power seemingly enhanced by numbers, & yet to stroll by & listen in reveals nothing more than simple gossip & observation, for after all these are only working girls not goddesses at their ease.
provocative geometry
martin-bailes
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
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