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Put Your Hands Up

My lips are stunning tonight- soaked in a sheen so luscious, no man can resist it. As if to give my delight voice, a man appears. He approaches, eyes transfixed as my hips translate impossible questions asked in song, and he dances with me close. I swell with the heat, Dereon jeans ever tighter against the power of my thighs.

I lose myself to the moment, to impulse. I can’t tell anymore if I’m drinking my pomtini or it’s drinking me. Inhibition vanishes. I am the very definition of wild abandon. I am without all concern. Free.

If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it.