Who Needs A Snooze Button When You Have A Girl Cute As A Button? ! - Poem by Michael Fischer
She awakens from her slumber;
Her golden hair is turbulent,
her striped tube socks slouch at her calves,
and her tank top has grown wrinkled.
But that's my favorite look on her;
It's her in her purest of forms.
Here, she radiates innocence;
She is given a brand new day.
She interlocks her silky hands
and extends them toward the ceiling
as she stands high on her tiptoes
and squeezes her shapely tanned calves.
And as she walks out of the room
and her ass springs up and down,
I realize that I like her more
when she's walking away from me!
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