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He took her in his arms and tore …

He took her in his arms and tore the

Buttons on her blouse, she didn’t

Seem to notice, doesn’t care when

She’s aroused. Her dress sense fell

To nothing, there are lots more in

The shops, to his whispered, God, I

Want you, she replied, Oh, please

Don’t stop.


He took her in his arms and tore the

Ribbons from her hair, tumbling

Tresses, sweet caresses, shaken

Hearts are stirred. Fingers, finding

Fingers, searching lips and hungry

Eyes, heated kisses, squeezing

Kisses, up and down her spine.


He took her in his arms and tore ...

Well, let’s not be precise, he tore

What you might think he tore, an

Embroidered work in white. He

Met with no resistance, no force

That might repel, it wasn’t all his

Lust though - a lady likes to help.


© Joseph G Dawson


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