Haystack Days
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Once upon a time … She and I – hand in hand. Her with those long skinny bare legs, and the diaphanous white blouse that the sun could see straight through… Long blonde hair – curls about. Ringlets hanging onto my arm, and the delicious tickling on my skin – my true love true… Blue court shoes – matt with dust. Sinuous feet matching my pace, and the excitement of lust she and I both felt, both knew… Dry gold hay – stacked up high. Lips as sweet as pink, candy, floss, breasts to vellicate my tongue, hands that sought to touch me too… Sweet moist dew – slick and smooth. And in that place where passion flies, she gave, unsullied, and free, her precious gift, so brand new…. © Allen Ansell 2006, 2023
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