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The Call Girl

A fruit to squeeze and drink
in the hotel room
champagne bubbles, rain.

She got limbs like straws.
Please, feed her more,
the teenage girl or woman.
He doesn't care, just pay.

Her cold kiss
isn't included in her fee.

Her dress and panties peel off.
In work clothes
faces in shadow
in satin bed
the naked truth.

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Publicerad 2023-12-11 17:52

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