You walked
in the room,wearing that short pink skirt,
Just a hint of your garter showing above the black stockings.The
seam straight,straight down your beautiful legs ending at a
pair of stilleto heals.
Your blouse open,soft dewy sweat glistening off your round,ripe
breasts.All eyes focused on you as you glide through the room.Mens
jaws dropping,women squirming.
The fragrance of your sexiness wafting on the breeze created
by your entrance.All want you.All need you.
You pass through like an angel in the night,leaving all wanting
you like a succubus.Luring us in,tempting one and all.And all
that is left is a hunger for more,drained from the lust developed
in our minds.
The Vision of SHORT SKIRTS AND GARTER BELTS.
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