She opens
Wide just like
A switchblade knife
But her soft sweet lips
They stay close
Together
Almost denying
Any invasion
That comes without
Any warning
Her big heavy hips
Swaying in the breeze
As she moved in slow motion
Crosses her legs
Somewhat sweaty thighs
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Passionate ink. Clever use of metaphors. Loved it.