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Aint no breeze in sight,
Jest another hot, Southern night.
Our sweaty bodies are still entwined,
You got yore hands roamin up and down my spine.
You whisper naughty thangs, that be hunny sweet,
Then Ya add some booty rubbin, a special treat.
We jest gots to catch a breather, we be plum tuckered out,
Our throats are all dry, from fillin the night with our shouts.
I declare, pleasurin always makes me hungree,
Baby, pass me them goobers and that cold RC.
We'll have some cool libation,
Givin our bodies a short vacation.
Baby, I jest adores yore body, you is such a strappin man,
You is so big, jest everywhere, I is yore biggest fan.
Now let's get sweaty, sticky and crazed with animal lust,
Causin whoopin, hollerin, is a dad burn must!
Cause thar aint no prudie gal here, that be sexually up-tight,
Jest a horny Southern Woman, gettin her enjoys on this hot Southern night.
Music: Southern Nights
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-Tarzan
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs
Fee
Flat out sexy fun. Love it!
Richard