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Posted on November 13, 2011 by A.H. Scott
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Some say blonds have more fun
Yet, a bashful blond is sly enough never to tell
Sitting there, she waits wearing something he bought her the last time they were together
Gazing in the mirror, she thinks of him
She’s in a haze of desire for his skin’s scent
His sweat against the tip of her tongue, caused her mouth to become wet
Bare ass so soft against a Louis XIV chair
The blond awaits to hear her front doorbell to buzz in her ear
Ring her bell
Lust begins to swell
And, to think some blonds don’t even need the peroxide to change their color
I guess some blonds never fake anything
Now, let that ring in your ears
Ring-ring-ring…;)
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About The Author: Draped in freedom’s spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe of unveiling sensuality. Residing in New York City, this writer is armed with pouting pen of passion and pulsating digits pounding against keyboard. Between this lady’s manicured fingers, a snaggy stylus lacerates parchment and masticates digits against a misting keyboard towards a just climax literary longing. She’s a new voice and vision of fiction. who has been writing short stories and poetry ever since childhood.







