Mandy

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Added: Sun. Oct 17, 2010 9:26am
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Mandy was randy

That’s all could be said,

Liked trysting in alleys

Instead of in beds.

 

Backed up in doorways,

Over barrels, on her knees,

Didn’t matter to Mandy

She’d a deep need to please.

 

She wasn’t a pro;

It was all in good fun,

She’d find a cutie,

The deed would be done.

 

She’d looks of an angel,

Pixie little face,

Fluff of curly hair,

All ribbons and lace.

 

Her blokes were amazed

By their luck; struck dumb,

Titillated by the Union Jack

Tat on her bum.

 

I’d like to think Mandy found

What I hope was her goal,

He who filled her completely

‘Specially the hole in her soul.