Satin Thighway
Her belly's smooth
As it is sweet
Traversing it's curves
As if they were streets
I get the green light
Down Belly Button Way
Go left or go right
On Satin Thighways
Approaching the merge
I swerve toward the left
She's right on the verge
My hand at her cleft
She wiggles and squirms
Then shrills with delight
I hold the wheel firm
And drive through the night
Copyright © Bill Maceachern | Year Posted 2018
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