Caressing Her Beauty
Mr and Mrs walking down the High Street
Shoe shop window her eyes did now greet
Into the shop they both went
Oh! those boots, please consent
Too dear, no purchase, no receipt
Ready for bed and feeling so fruity
His hand now caressing her beauty
Cutting sharpness she says
With no payment display
No horse shoes, your not riding it's booty
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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