A shear with in arrogant move,
Pulls up her rear to disapprove,
Turns to blush pinks within the hush,
Mouth ovate in the soft subdued crush;
Black lines expose her twisted spurs,
Fingers play with the bottom lures,
Incredulous walks the ramp edge,
I let off a catcall to fledge;
Poor soul carries her bag in hops,
Catch her to disarms as she drops,
Heaven and hell before the fall,
A swift soft kiss rumples the doll;
Obscure or white the stretch is fine,
Stay on track each path looks divine?
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Amazing …please let off me your noetic spur 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK