Sitting at a bar with a Sex on the Beach
My shoulder was jutted
and velvety
in a short, satin spaghetti strapped
red dress.
My highlight luminously twinkling
against my chocolate skin so much so
myself seemed more delectable than usual.
Regrettably, it was all my friends' doing
that I should go out more
by giving me 'a quick fix'
to turn my night around.
But when a chocolate Adonis
approached my anxious self
offering a drink and a mystery-
I came to the realization
that I, at the heart of womanhood,
was physically unable to be sexy.
And so, after two margaritas and what seemed like friendly flirtation,
with a last awkward attempt,
I caught my red lips
between my barely crooked teeth and shifted closer to his lips.
Worst smelling ten seconds of my life.
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yeah, idk wtf this is but I was lmao the whole time writing it so. sigh.
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