Preps Stop Prospering In Their 30s

That coral shirt is  
a pantone palette applied  
(brings out your eyes)  
paired & fulfilled in suited  
pastel  
planted prudently on your creamy  
puka-shell skin  
 
Massaging a strong dark neck  
dewed in beading nodes of sweat  
You have  
nervous slips of ticks  
tipping us all off  
Especially,  
considering you've hardly sipped  
that stout ...  
it's probably too thick  
too rich  
for you  
 
Pulling polite pins  
in such mild manners  
that  
I swear to God  
have never  
exploded open artful conversations  
ever  
 
 
Babe, please  
order something with more grenadine  
& leave the big girls  
to toss our engaging lingual  
grenades  

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Real encounters at the bar.