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Conversation with my One Eye
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The afternoon  
 1
thinks sex
 2
with every girl
 3
at the Avenue window
 4
Each babe passing
 5
seems hotter than the last
 6
Legs getting longer
 7
skirts growing shorter
 8
asses screaming tighter
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until the peep of no panties
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aches like a drug
 11
and the lizard in my pants
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lounges like Lazarus
 13
on the stool at the bar
 14
 
 
You shouldn't be so picky
 15
he throbs
 16
They're all the same
 17
when their clothes come off
 18
Just do the talking
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warm her up with your tongue
 20
show me the way in
 21
then leave the rest to me
 22
 
 
He could be right
 23
but I know we wont find out
 24
until I've swallowed enough courage
 25
to ask
 26
just one
 27

14 May 17

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Graphically good and so true

Larry hot pants Lark
 — larrylark

when one head get's hard the other goes soft -- nicely wrought stages to the goal of filling that hole with a whole lotta' love -- this is the proper balance of cynicism and the neuroscience of hormone auto-pilot -- the story of the urge-to-merge has many layers of meaning, yet none of them match the candor and camp of this piece -- lol
 — AlchemiA

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