The Girl At The Wine Shop

I’ve never really been known to be attracted to the blond haired, blue eyed girls of this world.

Societies proclaimed genetic superiors

But her.

Her legs, those lips, that ass.

That open and flirtatious personality with just  hint of insecurity and despair.

Not enough to make her a cause but just enough for me to think she’s obtainable.

Just enough to spark those feelings of sex.

Her legs, those lips, that ass

But I can hear my father remind me

“Son every man has a price or a vice”

“If you can’t buy him, find what he needs and own it.”

And her, so close to the one thing I love so much.

Well, I guess I just don’t want to shit where I eat.

and the next liquor store is 3 blocks away

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