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Her eyes shone halogen headlight bright, Her handmade hips hugged denim mass-produced, Her halter-top topped her top drawn tight As a hangman's heft-hanged noose.
I wanted her for my plaything. I craved those curling toes, composing whispers Fathers fear for daughters' ears Which mothers take from faithless fathers.
I longed her eyes to hold me Grappled like a cheating hunter's gaze— Target marked and fingers ready, Red lips pursed for burst heart spotlit spray.
And I was ready too— Ready for buttons, zippers, ties, and clasps— Arched-backed moans and end-stopped gasps. But never through.
Her cleavage balance heartbeat throb disrupted, Now alight by thighs reflecting moonlight twice reflecting, And then her face—but O that face— My eyes are blinded by the light!