Saturday, February 2, 2013

Southern Nights

Balmy Southern nights. Walking around town in my prettiest dress. Smiling and laughing with the people we meet. Holding hands at the bar. Kissing in a booth and drinking margaritas off the topmost shelf. He tells me I'm the prettiest woman around. I smile and squeeze his thigh. Music live. I get up and dance. He can if he wants to.

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