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Forbidden Fornication
Her father said no, But her eyes screamed yes. Her body was the kind, That needed no rest. What is forbidden, I desire most. Especially a woman With curves to boast. I saw in her eyes, Her wild intention. For me to fulfill With all my attention. Later that night, Guided by moon light & the smell of perfume, I crept through the shadows & found her room. A pebble or two Found her attention. The moment she saw me, She knew my intention. So I helped her down From her window sill. Her hand was shivering From the chill & the thrill. She followed me back To my secret garden, Where we made love senselessly I beg your pardon. She felt like a virgin In need of my touch. Her thighs held my waist In the tightest clutch. Daddy’s little girl Was a girl no more. In public, a woman In private, a whore Her legs were shaking Beside my ears. In ecstasy, screaming Pleasure through tears. After her climax She whispered to me, "Never mind my tears, They are not of sorrow." I said, "I know my dear, Same time tomorrow?"
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