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Seduction
Of course it was a
Stealthy, sultry, seduction
Of the highest degree,
Fly poles rising from
Rest, to half mast, to
Full penetrating ability,
Wiping the wine
From the edge of
Her lips with the
Tip of her tongue,
She strolled out of the
Doors into the mist
Unaware of what
She had done,
Or was she in total
Knowledge control,
Softly, sweetly, smiling
At the aching members
Wondering,
Who is that gorgeous dame,
Does anyone know her name.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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