Cherry Valentine and a Caviar Martini
We sip, at the darkest corner of the marble bar
You smell like Fruit Fetish. Redolent. I relish
Waiting for a table and an approving smile
My hand lingers on your velvety thigh
I admire you, the music, the ambiance too
Your lips taste like salted edamame
Looking everywhere, except here
I can sense your mood
Should we delay the food
I see it on your face
Willing to move at your pace
If you like, we can go back to my place
Thank you, Sammi for the promt but I’m way over the word count.
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