She stood there young in the darkness of the bar
Like it was her time,
Her hour to smile away the prison she left home
The youth mirroring on her face
Beauty dazzling on her chest
In the city of men that seeks softness,
The smell of innocence
Even in the eyes as white as milk
Like they never left women warming their beds.
A touch on her lower back
A bit slide down to feel the curve of her flesh
The depth of a voice murmurs
“you have a great body…”
The heart pounds
The hand shivers
The legs stiffen
A drop of sweat
"What would I do to a
man with hands that can cup my
whole behind?"
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