You are beautiful, you know that? Black tights sheath legs that could serve as a delicacy, you know, if people ate other people's legs. Anyways, I'd eat your legs. They are very appetizing to me. Your denim skirt is a neat garnish to be brushed aside, maybe nibbled on for freshness, like parsley.
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You're so dolled up tonight. I wonder if it's because of me. Nah, can't be.
Yes, I'm sure it is.
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We walk down down Main St., toward South Water. You allow me to know the color of your underwear, flashing me a hot pink bra strap. Raw. Sexual. Carnal. Hot. Pink.
Let's have a drink, my little delicacy.
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A vodka tonic and a Jameson on the rocks, please.
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