Lovely Figure- Not PG

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Sonnets


He traced her lovely figure with his hands

through the traces of memory entwined

Was the woman who called him her real man

but all that is left are thoughts left behind

 

The hot summer days at the beach were fine

as they played naked on the sandy shore

Every stoke of his sly fingers  did find

The pleasure she wanted and so much more

 

In the tub they bathed and in the bed they played

Busy summer nights were filled with pure steam

She pulled on the sheets as her body swayed

from the magic of his touch so supreme

 

Now visions of her full succulent breast

still in memory can never take a rest


 

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