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she

She

She smirks

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin,

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues.

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues. With

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues. With a

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues. With a tap,

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues. With a tap, another buzzed beverage is in her hand,

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues. With a tap, another buzzed beverage is in her hand, down her throat,

She smirks as if a sticky sweet melon was dripping over her chin, daring us to napkin our tongues. With a tap, another buzzed beverage is in her hand, down her throat, in her hand.

Her

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes,

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-one's-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-one's-come-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-one's-come-close-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-one's-come-close-to-

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-one's-come-close-to-them

Her hair flirts over her shoulder as she yet again meets our eyes, tempting us with her these-are-my-exposed-thighs-and-no-one's-come-close-to-them stance.

In our head,

In our head, the liquor decision of approach replays and rewinds,

In our head, the liquor decision of approach replays and rewinds, but we really just stare.

And even though summer is sweating through the cigarette, margarita mob,

And even though summer is sweating through the cigarette, margarita mob, and the dim pulse of overhead lights begs a seizure to those who look too close too long,

And even though summer is sweating through the cigarette, margarita mob, and the dim pulse of overhead lights begs a seizure to those who look too close too long, and there is no way in hell our feet will ever make it closer than three yards to her dried fruit leather,

And even though summer is sweating through the cigarette, margarita mob, and the dim pulse of overhead lights begs a seizure to those who look too close too long, and there is no way in hell our feet will ever make it closer than three yards to her dried fruit leather, there is no where else

And even though summer is sweating through the cigarette, margarita mob, and the dim pulse of overhead lights begs a seizure to those who look too close too long, and there is no way in hell our feet will ever make it closer than three yards to her dried fruit leather, there is no where else we

And even though summer is sweating through the cigarette, margarita mob, and the dim pulse of overhead lights begs a seizure to those who look too close too long, and there is no way in hell our feet will ever make it closer than three yards to her dried fruit leather, there is no where else we would rather be.

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