Inappropriateness
Inappropriate thoughts
Derived from man
Nipples taut
Delicate hands
Golden mane
Ombré perfection
That's my plane
The wrong direction
Lips like mine
Soft and smooth
We intertwine
Curve and groove
I work my hands
In a place familiar
Answering demands
Results are killer
Fingers on skin
Soft to a tickle
I see her grin
Our thoughts, fickle
Too feminine are we
To take this route
But inevitably
We taste the fruit
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