The dainty foot marks like daisy treads,
Loiters in her intoxication,
Places puddles in the perfume trail,
Coo's in enlightenment to my whistle.
Touch me not for she crushes my heart,
With her soft feet in black moccasins,
Chatter as she whispers on the walk,
In desire loves me to follow.
Lewd perfection I hoot in pursuit,
Swaying form winks as she turns to smiles,
Bottom lines skit in free offer,
Prejudiced I track the sensation.
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