We were not introduced
but I'd be thinking she
should be called, Lucy.
It was by the washing
line, and not alone,
hence, her inhibitions.
From swaying erotically
in the breeze she began
waltzing in the wind.
When a peg released
her shoulder strap, my
fantasy was surreal.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
We were not introduced
but I'd be thinking she
should be called, Lucy.
It was by the washing
line, and not alone,
hence, her inhibitions.
From swaying erotically
in the breeze she began
waltzing in the wind.
When a peg released
her shoulder strap, my
fantasy was surreal.
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