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| 56. Lithe Body I saw a woman on the beach Lithe body made to perfection Even at my mature age I could not stop my erection Dare I write about such things Others would surely try to hide Should I continue writing Or just turnover on my side By the time I decided what to do She approached and gave a wink She struck up a conversation But my brain it would not think And then she left As did my male delight Quickly replaced by another Lithe body in my sight |
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