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Legs
Contributed by
avapoe
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Friday, 27th June 2008 @ 07:26:40 AM in AEST
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Pride and Glory of a woman.
They are her roar.
Running up and down her thigh's are another's limbs,
which attach to a drooling mouth, hypnotized by the smooth, silky touch.
So she glodded them every night,
her branches are groomed and shaped.
Until one night, the clippers slip.
Her Glory turns into a fountain of emotion.
She stares because it is supposed to hurt.
It doesn't.
So she tries it again.
Still no reaction.
"Am I a Barbie?"
Fascinated by the lack of suffering she continues the new groom.
Only stopping when there is nothing left to-cut.
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avapoe
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2008-06-27 07:26:40]
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Re: Legs
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by shelby on
Saturday, 28th June 2008 @ 02:20:49 PM AEST
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MMM this was nothing at all what I expected but it is unique, a different write, nicely done.
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