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Leg hair Out of control Peeks out of my stockings Poking the guy in front of me He screams 2. Excitement builds Leaving me trembling inside Hair follicles stand, rising to the occasion Proudly they wave in the breeze, carressing his body hairs with love He screams again 3. Leg hair gets no respect it is shaved, waxed, or plucked Always made to hide its beauty Ashamed.
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