You Would Think They Were Just Painted On by M.A.Meddings an entrant for the she wolfs different love challenge
She was not what my mother expected
A girl quite shy and dejected
But what mother didnt know
The delightful way how
She managed to get me so erected
It was I suppose the cut of her clothes
Quite tight were those jeans with aplomb
They clipped her quite aplty
Round her ass so exaclty
you would think they were just painted on
Her dresses were quite silken heavan
And more than a poor youth could stand
And by sitting before her
With no saving of yer
You might catch a glimpse of the promised land
I met her of course in a night club
Dancing for all especially me
With her pal called Cynthia
And my mate quite did fancy her
But the girl in the dress was all I could see
She bounced and she bounced so delightful
nearly popped out dont you see
I gulped my tortilla
Drank all my Bombilla
And asked if shed dance with just me
Oh yes my last romantic hero
Just be gentle with me
So I kissed where it mattered
Until her dress was so tattered
And mother doesnt like it you see
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 13:21
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