Where Dudes and Thongsters
play their clues and pleasure up to
what will get them down to the
spurring madness of sexual drive
Focused pupils
directive thoughts
along the twin breasted canyon
to the forlorn umbilical
Womb felt passionately,
its plea for fertility
The dance has
just begun...
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