Their tushies wiggle when they walk;

Their voice is warming when they talk;

Their looks can stun you like a hawk,

††††††††††† hunting for her prey.


Their breasts are ripe as fresh picked pears;

Their head is lain with perfumed hair;

Their skin is tanned with perfect care,

††††††††††† as painted with a brush.


They raise your hopes as they glance over;

And send a scent like honey clover:

But treat you like their doggy rover,

††††††††††† begging for a treat.


Alas its time to close my eves;

And use my mind to fantasize;

Cause with dreams I can devise,

††††††††††† a maiden who is mine, all mine.


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