Just a small, unforeseen moral lapse,
Or a fantasy longed for, perhaps…
She’s there, naked, spread wide…
You can see up inside…
Saying “Ready when you are, you chaps.”
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Just a small, unforeseen moral lapse,
Or a fantasy longed for, perhaps…
She’s there, naked, spread wide…
You can see up inside…
Saying “Ready when you are, you chaps.”