Write Our Own Haiku, One Line At A Time

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Her dress slipped floorwards
Accident'ly on purpose
Just for the postman. :D:D

(that one's for numeniusa)
 
Red-marked with pleasure
She urged him to enter her
Moaning with raw need

-OR-

Red-marked with pleasure
She urged him to enter her
Then the doorbell rang.

*NOW the fucking postman arrives!!? :mad: *
 
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With wild cries, she rode
Let the pony have his head

(points if you recognise the line)
 
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