Shemales - Poem by James McLain
She was not to some a little too tall.
She could have used a few more pointers.
She wore short skirts tucked up to high.
She was a tease with green emerald eyes.
She payed her way and danced with her own.
She moved back and forth, way up to high
She would do a lap dance and no one left.
She was way up front her moon was high.
One night he went out past the bushes.
She kissed him where the woods grew heavy.
Funny how she comes when the night moves.
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