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The Virgin (Free verse) by cleverdevice A silver toed virgin
Was washing,
Her body drenching,
The golden apples
Of her breasts,
Their flesh like
Yogurt.
The plump cheeks of her buttocks
Tossed against one another
As she swung about,
Flesh as lithe as water.
A hand spread down
To cover much swollen
The fair flowing conduit,
Not the whole thing
But as much as she could.
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