Skirts with a View

What man could ever be displeased
By such a helpful, willing breeze,
A zephyr, soft as any mild caress,
Lifting meli’s tiny dress
 
I think it must be fate
As well as being a gift
When nature bestows a view
By providing a gentle lift.

So for now just keep looking
Enjoy your candid peeks
Let your imagination fly
Then nestle between my cheeks

No doubt I will see you soon
And enjoy it as we spoon
Then I will control your mind
As I slowly begin to grind.
 
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