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As she walks down the road, She must be every man's dream. They all want a taste of her. Am I greedy to want the whole meal? The contours her body showed, Every curve and edge in a perfect seam. Not forgetting the locks in her curled hair. Am I greedy to want the whole meal? From her lips melodies flowed, Guarded by perfectly interlocked teeth that gleam. Her little brown eyes luring me to her lair Am I greedy to want the whole meal?
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
Whole Meal
As she walks down the road, She must be every man's dream. They all want a taste of her. Am I greedy to want the whole meal? The contours her body showed, Every curve and edge in a perfect seam. Not forgetting the locks in her curled hair. Am I greedy to want the whole meal? From her lips melodies flowed, Guarded by perfectly interlocked teeth that gleam. Her little brown eyes luring me to her lair Am I greedy to want the whole meal?
Originally written when she was my world yet not in my world. She still isn't.
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28/M/Ghana
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
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