Large bouncy breasts,
Promising full lips,
A small, tight waist
And lovely curvaceous hips.
We all want this girl,
Wild as she is tame,
With eyes that drag you in,
Only nature is to blame.
By day she is the untouchable relic,
By night she is the temptress,
Playing her game she continues along,
Humming that same dutiful,
Yet dreadful
Song.
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I couldn't help but smile