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Lady

she's the perfect candidate, perfect coca-cola bottle shape. her lips are savory looking like large seedless grapes she's the one you dreamed of when you were growing up she's the one your mom gave two thumbs up this lady cant be real her hair is just so she walks on tippy tippy tippy toes i suppose you would like to know she was never accused of moving to slow the light stayed green the lady the pretty lady had no self esteem her career was from 9 till 10 then she would walk the streets looking for men. she'd take her blue blazer and hang it in her five door armoire... take out her neat bun then open up her boudoir. she must have had 10 or more a week all due to her mind being so weak, i just cant believe she was so chic,so unique and looked complete eyes stern and deep but she was a freak.she often cried herself to sleep. the men that would have there way with her they never knew her name, in the morning she'd get up and go to work just the same. this lady so demure looked so sweet and pure you'd be sure to make her yours. look deep before you leap her honey brown skin she was intoxicating like vodka or gin. but if you asked her about it she'd just grin... the lady the pretty lady is also known as sin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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