
Looking good.
Hot bubble bath, squeaked clean.
Lotioned, hydrated, and soft-to-touch.
Long dark eyelashes.
Red painted lips.
Little black dress.
Dangling earrings.
Gleaming hair.
Shining eyes.
Wicked smile.
Longing heart.
Pummeled soul.
Throbbing pulse.
If I drive over,
Will you let me in?
Better yet:
Will you let me leave?
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