Friday left
And the week closed,
Weekend welcome,
Egg shell contents spill
...
She looked good enough to pick,
Her curves were loud, her thighs thick,
...
Precious stones amount to plenty,
Found in places far and deep unknown,
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Sitting on a park bench,
I smell your essence,
Your hair waves toward me,
I feel your warmth.
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Smiling as I hop
Into my ride,
Seems I have
Nothing to hide,
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