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The right leg crosses the left the left leg crosses the right Not bad for forty two I watch across the room This seductive sequence to think I used to **** that Not now though - no chance she really hates my guts Yet every few weeks I sit across the silent living room She streches over, presenting her *** In **** tight pink trousers She knows what she's doing understands my mind Pink is my colour of *** I cannot ignore her And so the show goes on and then for days to come I dwell on the pink trousers skin of forbidden fruit
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
The Pink Trousers
The right leg crosses the left the left leg crosses the right Not bad for forty two I watch across the room This seductive sequence to think I used to **** that Not now though - no chance she really hates my guts Yet every few weeks I sit across the silent living room She streches over, presenting her *** In **** tight pink trousers She knows what she's doing understands my mind Pink is my colour of *** I cannot ignore her And so the show goes on and then for days to come I dwell on the pink trousers skin of forbidden fruit
david-bremner
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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