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Top shelf cologne exhibits sensual tail of peacock
Entrances my senses at our eleven a.m embrace
Eyes shut, my erratic stamina borrows comfort 
Curled into leather front seat, chest inhales safe


Our waterfall guffaws cascade in establishments of stature
Grilled salmon, staple lunch, gregarious wine supports us
Role's novelty and glitz incessantly scratches my rapture 
Unorthodox allure makes mockery of standard formulas

Indirect looks from diners, behind raised glasses, warped
Solid gold arrogance declares benefits blatantly displayed
Society fears breaking the mould, glued to ordinary course
Our acquired theme sustains disdain for lifestyles staid

Ocean boulevard grandeur sees counterpart meshed potential  
Sleek topless travel exalts unfelt mist, road gloss moisture 
Your life thickened fingers amorously grasp my thigh's tender
I agree to be owned, an ornament connects material pleasure

When the Polstar slows to crawl of steady tiger, stealthily slips
mid afternoon into carpark of your harbour side apartment 
Disparagement wedges beneath my ribs, not having envisaged 
aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet

Smug expression hugs your face, read in tight lipped pressure
I assert my plan to showcase new swimsuit may now be ruined
"Absolutely promise, gorgeous, there's no chance you'll regret." 
My climbing premonition messages a gem of genuine 

Ponytail splayed against mirrored wall of elevator
Ardent kissing's conclusion resurfaces your chivalrous 
Door barely closed before I pouncing kitten paw you
Your flailing indicating a spare key cut for me, erroneous 

"My doll, my dear desirable, the key is incompatible." 
Mysterious grimace molests your face, causing me to frown
"Did the rum with lunch rupture your remaining brain cells?!" 
Fatherly pats of my arms speak a decoy which confounds 

Journey up two flights, could it be... heart in throat
Silenced keys caress sweat sodden peeled open palm
Your anticipating stare burns my back, unopposed
Oh, justify me - yes! - the door complies on demand

"Neighbour, do you like it?" superfluous inquiry smiling
Floating eight stories above glint of yacht metropolis 
Invited by windows handing out reviving hold of horizon 
Violent screams likely deafen you, interjected with frantic kisses
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