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Aug 2017
Sweater stretched tight,
skirt just a fit,
we look at her,
and just bite our lips.

Tight little package,
we'd love to unwrap,
but she's not our gift,
so we'll leave it at that.

Each day an adventure,
to see her wardrobe,
some days she leaves us,
about to explode.

Enhancements and tats,
leave us a drool,
we sit and imagine,
her at the pool.

We appreciate the show,
the office her runway,
and her attitude and mouth,
always makes it a fun day.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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