Best Nasties Poems

Sweating,
bench pressing,
ripping my chest..
Urgg,
the final stretch.
Whew,
she breezes by.
Crop dusting her
"love Spell Perfume".
WOW,
my eyes follow her across the room.

In dream-land,
I've lost focus, 
under hypnosis,
now "tailing" that tail.
bent over,
tan thighs.
That apple bottom 
caught my eye.
No surprise though,
I'm a booty kind of guy.

Those blue latex tights,
fit your hips...

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Won't find any gloom if you visit my place
A long sour face is surely a disgrace
Not allowed here
Grins from ear to ear
Are all that's allowed, no nasties, not a trace...

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