Friday night
the city becomes alive
She touches up her red lips
just in time for the stranger’s arrival
The conversation between them are smooth
gliding over her Persian blue silk blouse
and his flattering compliment
His fingertips casually strike out thermal waves
with each intentional brush of her arm
It’s getting beyond cosy warm there
and his scent smells late night passion
He moves closer and whispers desire in her ear
Confronted by his tempting invitation
she pinches herself hard
leaving a mark on her inner thigh
where wild nights used to overstay
and never had the courtesy to pay her with respect
She remembers all that devastating aftermath
So she leans over and whispers to him
“Pas Ce Soir”
Had to google the translation. A very befitting ending. I thought she was going to kill him. π
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Hmmm you have just given me a murder twist idea..π€
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Pas Ce Soir is a perfume name also.
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Google told me that too. Haha. π
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πππππ€£π€£π€£π€£ this is hilarious. Never know with Cassa
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Black Widow π·οΈ
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Love this one my friend.
Brilliant telling ππ€
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Thank you my friend! π€
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You’re always welcome ππ€
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You’re learning French!
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Nay not that advance π€
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Love the third stanza, you tease.
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I didn’t need to use Google, my Duolingo French is paying off!! π
I love the ending!
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Yay! π
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