Beautiful Dreamer
T Tom Billsborough
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I was her willing sheep.
Her smile, it was sin deep,
Which, in retrospect, was no deception,
A formal introduction
To a fine seduction.
My heart was on her platter.
It didn't matter
At my great age a touch of gratitude
And perhaps some fortitude
Was now required.
Especially as she brought her friend along,
A gorgeous blonde
As lustful as herself.
I was now a man of wealth.
My heart and bed were full
Life won't be dull, I thought
As I woke up to find they'd disappeared!
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