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Fo’ sure lies, Sir prize, Sir prize,
Gift certificates plied, redeeming
Stretched out, crisscrossing outside
Inside, home cooking apple pie, steaming
Drizzling sweet aromas, smoke stirring slits
I keep purring, outside her window
I bend slow, hoping to unravel her rave
Held sway, below navels, shifts echo waves
Singin’ for glory to open up thresholds
Predisposed I am to caressing with purpose
Slowly gliding on her curves in rapture
Nature has its way, in reason seasoned on thus
Eventually splitting open fruit filled centers, I trust
Prodding playfully plotting, her opening sesame
Essence is detecting my intention, goose pimpling
Trunks of stature, I’m blinded by its glistening forrays
For daze, I intends to stay, for such sights drive me wild
Cocoa Butter on top of Ponds, smooth to touch, cold cream
Hot oil drips into her seams, like a mid-summer’s night dream
Gliding my cheek across her smooth surface, cat and mouse game
Content 2b invited to this catch or 2b catch thang
Insanely driven when random winds lifts feign surprise
Traveling eyes enter zones 2b snagged…..lustfully
Admiring her gold mine, yet not fully seeing entry
Loving the road that leads to this glory….wherein thighs spied,
Adorning her journey, not just its highly touted destination!
Wherein Thighs Lie........
