Radio Plays A Forgotten Song



She’s still a girl, dressed up in women’s clothes…all she ever wanted was a castle, safe, nestled in the woods.

Sun-kissed flowers bow over bowls and vases…perfumed air swirls sweet as peaches, from the heat of summer.

Radio plays a forgotten song, shimmy-shimmy-shake…floating on a cloud, dancing in the sky to Lady Marmalade.

Thigh high stockings with see through panties…magnificent breasts, she’s twirling on heels made for fucking.

Day dreams turn into reality when he walks in…her smile’his eyes, light up to burn this castle, all to sin.

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