As I turned the corner to the mosque
There was this young blonde
She looked at me with vacant eyes
I looked at her shortened gown
She said I’ll give you satisfaction
I’ll share with you my youth
I’ll show you the way to heaven
my passion and your solitude
I shook my head in anger
Thought of the after life
Thought of my reputation
Thought of my old bride
She spoke to me so gentle
Told me of her child
Told me of society
And how she lost her smile
We walked into the alley
She lifted up her dress
She offered me protection
Or few minutes of regrets
I felt my youthful passion
As I pulled down on her hair
I felt the resurrection
As the devil came to town
I finished with regrets
As she fixed her torn gown
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Wah jasssssssssssssssssooooooossss wah!!!
impressed very much!!!
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Jasoos I'd say something mean to you just because I always do....
But this time I really can't. That was amazing. How long did that take to come up with?
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she was that desperate:( …either she lacks imagination:rolleyes: …or seduction:o …but, oops, there are dozens of young cutties outside:blush: …see you later:D
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^^ i m budha guppie,
very old missy,