I Saw A Sleek Seduction
I'm sorry I was late, but I saw a sleek seduction as I was drinking up.
He talked of manual work and made it very clear that he was rather fit.
She watched him with sly eyes, changing tales to meet his 'simple' expectations.
She grew along the bar, was lounging to his class, her elegance denied.
That's when I had to leave: so I doubt I'll ever know if seduction met success.
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