It’s a given, that you party for a living. A raspy voice says come here and go away at the same time. Long blonde hair, and a gravity defying cleavage, a café au lait tan. Long strong legs that must be he stairway to heaven An accent that speaks of mother Russia, and the bad girl” in a Bond film.
You have my attention smoky bedroom eyes. You’re someone different every time I see you. I watch morph before my eyes. I will never get a glimpse of you.
“ You my friend, no? She asks in her whiskey and honey voice. Hitting me with those eyes, and pouty lips
“ I think so, am I?” I ask
“You come, with me leave, talk.” She says kissing me.
“You are my friend, I would rather die, than kiss without love, “ She says. Opening doors that I will never be able to close. I step into the abyss holding her and, and smiling. Knowing it will end in disaster
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