A sly, fey smile drew me in.
Musky fragrance made me reel.
My mind was not my own.
and led me to her car.
As we drove into the night,
her fingers played with my thigh.
and pulled my face to hers.
Cool lips pressed against mine.
Her tongue caressed my mouth.
She took me to the bedroom.
As her dress fell to the floor,
she pulled me to her breasts.
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