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Four Wheels, Curves, and Curbs (Free verse) by thekrow
Smooth and tight, at first
it's the best thing you can
think of. Fast and furious
but your nervous to unleash...
Just like a queen full of
curves, in all the right
places. Quivering as your
body moves across the
firmness. But alas time
goes on; wear and tear
appears, the curves sag.Just
like every other, once
worked in she becomes loose
and tosses you on the
curb. Then all that's left
four wheels, chipped wood and
an ashes in the mind of
the good times once had.
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