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A Beautiful View

She’s wearing a low cut half t-shirt,

and it’s obvious she isn’t wearing a bra.

I can see her nipples through her half-shirt,

and it’s a beautiful view,

that I could look at forever,

and never get bored.

Bartenders are mythical creatures–

every drink makes them more and more sexy,

until eventually,

they have you completely under their spell.

A weak man will keep ordering drinks,

just to make conversation with them.

They’ll come back night after night,

just to get a glimpse of those nipples.

I am the weakest of them all–

completely consumed by female beauty.

I’d walk through a desert, over a mountain,

and swim across a sea,

just to have a beautiful women

without a bra,

serve me my drinks.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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