What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves
What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves
Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam
She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream
With her smile, a man's imagination could fly
Worst words she could ever say, would be good-bye!
What fantasy, just to think to touch her curves
Her soft touch could rattle any man's nerves
That voice, rivaled angels above gladly singing
When she moaned, historic echoes kept a'ringing!
There was such treasure in the sight of her legs
So much that sooner or later every man begs
The vision of delight, the sight of her breasts
Refusing such charms, nobody had passed such tests!
Flowing from her curves, deepest desire ever known
She the devil's bride, tempts by just standing alone!
Note, A sexy sonnet about ***** ******** -- I met her last night.
R.J. Lindley
July 27th, 1979
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PRESENTED AS WAS WRITTEN , SO LONG AGO. Complete with that old note.
Name erased by me now ! I Almost messed up and posted it...:whistling2:
I can still see her image from that first night!
Burned into my mind as a memory of my once wild life.
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