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Miss Autumn (rewind, play)

September 30, 2015
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Miss Autumn

Red puckered lips

plant a single kiss on his stubbly chin.

The chosen one.

Elected from a crowd of thousands.

She puts their brilliant love on display.

Limbs dance exotic numbers,

painted up in glamorous shades,

gold, tangerine, rust.

A lady’s temporal passions

divesting him with from tip to toe.

Soon all the poplar gents will know,

she’s the reigning Queen.

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