My erotic tale of the mystery woman who was at the DMV.
I watched her from across the room,
She had wild flaming hair.
She wore a very tight short skirt,
I could see her underwear.
Her top was cut so very low,
Her nipples in erection.
It was getting hot in here,
She had my full attention.
The line was crawling forward,
My heart thundered against my ribs.
She began walking closer,
Oh God, those swinging hips.
Excitement kept on rising,
I felt the damp between my thighs,
I could smell her perfume,
As she strutted right on by.
I felt myself peak right there,
As an end to a fantasy.
I turned back to the line ahead,
My trip to the DMV.
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