Naturally…
Mercedes was brown
I stopped in garage
She flew like a bird
Undressed in no time
She was out and free
Of clothes, underwear
Her skin, chicken hair
Soft breast; hard nipple
“Oh heavens! ”
That is all I could say.
With her name…
Memory…
In throat is honey
Sugar melts…
Naturally…
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