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| Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker |
Those long legs
That smooth skin
My eyes follow her all along
In the waters, she leaps
The sun streaming on her golden skin
She comes out, with dripping water on her sculpted self
Oh this girl! she are like a loaded pistol, on my head
She are perfectly innocent, but I can't stop thinking about how she can blow my mind
This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 277
Gosh, that's heady stuff! I can see what you mean though.
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I didnt know how better to put what i thought when i saw this picture
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