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Undressing Miss Leyla

miss Leyla has a body that launches ships and carves through mirrored glaciers, deep tanned to front and rear, I wish I was her masseur and while I watch her clothes fall off, to desk and chair, then to the carpet's ocean floor, I quickly turn away, she's moved me; I wish she was close and not three desks away: and slowly... oh so very very slowly, I help her dress, and begins the day.

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Date: 2/8/2015 8:35:00 PM
What a great title and the poem did not let me down! How many times have I had such daydreams about a sexy lady in my youth! A 7 on this gem...
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