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Springs
I remember beds with springs,
women ever soft, even petite,
love-making was a noisy affair
neighbours would have a treat
svelte then women did seem
slender was the salient word
they slipped out of their shifts
took time to get them stirred
first you snuggled to get warm
well before gas central heating
when you got into your rhythm
a thin mattress took a b...
Friday 19th February 2021 10:25 am
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