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Jan 2015
The lady is an hourglass
A real endearing shape
her eyes have got me grounded
her gaze I can't escape.

The lady is an hourglass
voluptous and curvy
and to be fair, her longing stare
is making me feel pervy.

The lady is an hourglass
and not just skin and bone
she makes me want to dim the lights
and disconnect the phone.

The lady is an hourglass
she looks like she'd be fun
as she smiles at the discomfort
that she seems to cause my mum.

The lady is an hourglass
into her I'dΒ Β gladly fall
if she wasn't made of paper
and taped to my bedroom wall.
Visited my nephew today, I was impressed by his choice of wall art, my sister isn't! :-)
Ryan Jakes
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Ryan Jakes  Dorset
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