suggested by @runaway_tweets
boots are zipped
drink in hand
lets find trouble
he's right there
looking your way
visions of nudity
and champagne bubbles
hot wax
and handcuffs
ripped fishnet
and more
are encouraging
your move
to him
then to the dance floor
bodies entwined
grind to the beat
'i want you
all over me'
he whispers
in your ear
hearts pounding
yet you feel free
nights over
time to go
the excitement
is overwhelming
as he pulls you
into his cab
i have to commit
to him this evening
hot wax? i wasn't going *there* tonight... hmmmm.
ReplyDeletegood one, sister!
wow! vivid!
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