Her golden hair was twisted in an updo
With wisps of curls falling out,
Framing her beautiful heart-shaped face;
She wore a cobalt blue dress
Which brought out the blue in her eyes
Looking like a Nordic Goddess, she did.
And she sat very close to me,
Whispering in my ears, probing deeply
With questions that made me tingle,
Trying to find out which way I swing.
Her sensuous lips curved into a smile,
And i smelt the faint mint in her breath..
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