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The Honey Trap
He buys her a martini dry
Raises his own to her good health
She then smiles, replies in kind
Already knowing that he's trapped
One more mark, one more enrapt
He takes her home in his RV
Pours some Stoli on the rocks
They sip, and they soon both agree
That they will play it as it lays
After one more drink to better days
In bed he can pick up her scent
A sweetness that can't quite be placed
He lowers his head between her thighs
Licks nectar from her lower lips
And all restraint and reason slips
She smiles and tightens up her thighs
Listening to his muffled cries
She just doesn't seem to care
Let him be blue for lack of air.
Raises his own to her good health
She then smiles, replies in kind
Already knowing that he's trapped
One more mark, one more enrapt
He takes her home in his RV
Pours some Stoli on the rocks
They sip, and they soon both agree
That they will play it as it lays
After one more drink to better days
In bed he can pick up her scent
A sweetness that can't quite be placed
He lowers his head between her thighs
Licks nectar from her lower lips
And all restraint and reason slips
She smiles and tightens up her thighs
Listening to his muffled cries
She just doesn't seem to care
Let him be blue for lack of air.
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