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A Thong of Love

A thong of love is a sad thong

If it is left unworn

It lies neglected in a drawer

All twisted and forlorn

It wants to tease and titillate

Above soft, silky thighs

It’s not its fault it’s rather small

And not the proper size

But even if I never see

My girl in this attire

She knows I don’t need sexy knicks

To light my loving fire.


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