The Charm of School Girls
Thighs, stocking wrapped
where flesh should meet the core
curiosities
of little boys
(she prefers panties in the drawer)
should Daddy guess her treasure
through foggy mounds of freckled gore
they’d blush not red
where scarlet rides
licking lips, spreading thighs.
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