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I have a vision of you, Fresh shaved legs, Smooth as silk, Nylon stockings, Gartered neat and snug, Gliding effortlessly, Across your skin, Your slow moving hand, Feeling your legs curvature, Clean well-oiled scented skin, Ready for a soft touch, Of gentle hands soft caresses, Velvet black high-heeled shoes, Slipped upon your feet, Dressed in black velvet dress, Clinging like hugs, Everything is just so, Hungry red lips, Outlined perfectly applied, Disguised a sultry smile, Of one not yet kissed, Eyes lined dark, Shaped like night, Made up in dim lights, Bedroom eyes they say, This way no tears are seen, Sleek painted red nails fingers, Reaching for courage, Brushing across your lips, Wink of your eye, Blow soft kisses across backroom, A fresh spray of perfume Long strides across a stage, Music starts to play, Fresh shaved legs, With glittered oils, Gleam with every move, Closing misty night eyes, Getting lost in trance, When music stops, Open your eyes, Once again your still waiting it seems, High-heeled shoes, You are not alone, Your smile wide, When music stops.
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
In Black Velvet with High-Heeled Shoes
I have a vision of you, Fresh shaved legs, Smooth as silk, Nylon stockings, Gartered neat and snug, Gliding effortlessly, Across your skin, Your slow moving hand, Feeling your legs curvature, Clean well-oiled scented skin, Ready for a soft touch, Of gentle hands soft caresses, Velvet black high-heeled shoes, Slipped upon your feet, Dressed in black velvet dress, Clinging like hugs, Everything is just so, Hungry red lips, Outlined perfectly applied, Disguised a sultry smile, Of one not yet kissed, Eyes lined dark, Shaped like night, Made up in dim lights, Bedroom eyes they say, This way no tears are seen, Sleek painted red nails fingers, Reaching for courage, Brushing across your lips, Wink of your eye, Blow soft kisses across backroom, A fresh spray of perfume Long strides across a stage, Music starts to play, Fresh shaved legs, With glittered oils, Gleam with every move, Closing misty night eyes, Getting lost in trance, When music stops, Open your eyes, Once again your still waiting it seems, High-heeled shoes, You are not alone, Your smile wide, When music stops.
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
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