The Tenderest of Loins

So there I was, only walking
Down the street by my lonesome,
Nearly minding my business,
Taking my time and letting my
Mind wander, until my mind
Wandered to the thought of
Massages, and how nice
They are, and there I was, at a
Parlor for massages, chock
Full of ladies, trotted out and
Lined up for my choosing pleasure,
This one’s awful pretty, and that
One’s also quite nice, and golly gee,
Will you look at that one’s little tits,
Her tiny frame, and the surprisingly
Large size of her soft, smooth hands.

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