A shot of Dobel Diamanté, half a bar and two "Five Thirty Nines."
A light mist of Costa Azzurra, a decanted red wine.
A 2012 Silver Oak Cabernet and an Indica in the air.
For her a white Herve Leger, Purple Jimmy Choo Heels, Bio Silk in her hair.
She enjoys it when I dress her and know her taste and size.
A man can pay attention, to most females I meet it's a surprise.
She wonders how I know she wears size 9 on her feet and that she's a 34 C.
No matter how She thinks I'm more than I appear to be.
Chanel Mademoiselle and gentle kisses on her skin.
We dropped another quarter, time for the evening to begin.
No im not her man but still I hold her hand.
I treat her like a queen as if Im her biggest fan.
Once we make it home Hanky Panky panties to the floor.
A brand she's never worn but she's bound to shop for more.
Different girl, different gifts but this is how my nights begin.
Tomorrow ain't much different because I'm going to do it again.
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Author:
Willy Beeman (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2017 16:50
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Comments2
LOL awesome
Much Appreciated
Welcome
great one willy. ww
Thanks Willy...
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