I was hanging out one evening
With friends who invited me to party
It was my first time actually
To go out in a place like this
After months of working
As a labourer in a big city
So we went to one of the clubs in the street
And I saw him
Surrounded by elegant ladies
He was amazingly built
I couldn't help staring
With my eyes fixed
At his face,
He noticed me gazing,
Then he smiled at me.
I blushed when I noticed
He has caught my gaze
So I never looked again.
But he was already standing
In front of me
Leaving his girls
And came straight
To sit beside me
My friends left me
For us to communicate
And offered me a drink
I never tasted tequila
To be the sweetest
Yet I enjoyed it
As we drank together
I got so intoxicated
He became more charming
He offered to take me a lift
And I said yes
With jealous girls looking
We left the club right away
He took me to his place
And let myself be carried by him
'Till we reached his room with a wide bed
And I couldn't resist him
When instead of letting me sleep
He actually kissed me
And I was spell bounded
By his charisma and smell
That night I became his slave
And yes, after we met,
He took me in bed.
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A KISS IS STILL A KISS
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