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Twangers…
Mmmm, twangers, what a word,
Suzzy's come to mind,
Silky, slinky legs,
Non better could you find.
Up and down they run,
As high as they can go,
Then all the way down again,
To the tip of the big toe!
Barely black, all colours,
As smooth as a baby's bot,
Hold up's, and belt up's,
Wow, baby they are hot!
The feeling is so sensual,
Right to the very core,
Run your fingers up and down,
While you pine and crave for more.
Mmmm, twangers,
What thoughts it brings to mind,
Opens up a pandoras box,
Never knowing what you'll find.
Mmmm, twangers....
roflmao
© Catherine Inglesby 2002
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