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Her sharp teeth tested my thin bathing suit
I could end naked stripped ad hominem
I felt I frothed at mouth and brought up phlegm
I flipped her onto beach towel staying the mute
I must admit I found her kind of cute
Above the nostril studded sapphire gem
It was a feeling which I couldnt stem
I ripped her cups to ribbons down that route
Towel knotted high hides hugely perky breasts
The look you lump just after leaving shower
I need a man to neutralise her glower
On budgie smugglers sultry ending rests
In place of budgie smugglers underpants
Hell fix emergency strange circumstance
Chorus underpants briefs smalls