Lynn
The curvy road led me to the curvaceous girl.
Sitting on a bench I found her stitching thread by thread a garment. Its crystal clear I had landed myself a tailor-made chick.
Her hips poured and filled the bench. I bet she was from space because her figure was out of this planet.
Copyright © Elias Mwangi | Year Posted 2023
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