Wasteland Beauty
I stumbled among the drunken mass
drugged dilated pupils fixated on a short skirted lass
we were on our way
hand in hand
with the shriek of the band guiding us through
she wrenched away in one of those "all of a suddens"
moved to the groove
like gravity had nothin
she danced her ground
groped and harrassed
i didn't mind
had it focused on
a twirling of breasts
bursting the blouse
a bouncing ass flashing the lace
legs lunging and torso glistening
an intangible sight of ectasy within reach by my outstretched hand...
this was it
my last stand
she stalked sexily towards me
her lips red and swollen engulfed mine
i wrapped around her oh so fine
we gyrated pulsating rhythmically
last chance do the dance
serpentine she stripped herself clean
Welcome to the Wasteland
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FavoriteTheMuteposted on 10/04/2008
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