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Nov 2019
there she was
  sitting in
her long  
  brunette hair

and that
   *******
fitting dress
    left me
gasping
    for air.

silhouette
   on fire
as she
    teases the
moon light

her curves
  have got
me hungry
   for one
helluva night.

  she hopped
up on my
  pickup
and then
  she's dropping
my tailgate

i knew to
  hop on up
'cause this
  lovin' just
can't wait.
TheConcretePoet
Written by
TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
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