Something about her
Standing there
Smirking as she is
Starkly unclothed

Behind her, she reaches for the
Brassiere clips
Buckles unclasping and thrown
Back to the ground

Dubious, that look in her eye
Deviant are those oblivion
Desires behind her fire
Deciding what happens next

Peeling off and sliding down
Panties to let me
Perceive just how
Pretty she is naturally

Veins underneath the surface
Vibrating as she thinks
Visual imaginings replaced by reality
Valiantly exhibiting her true artistry

Trusting in the
Temptation tempestuously
Telling me to tour and tout her as the
Treasure she truly triumphs as

Something about her starkness
Bountifully beautiful front and back
Deciding her deviant desires
Pretty as she is by me perceived
Vibrating as a viper coils
Trusting me to take her softly

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