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I have crawled out from under whatever monstrosity assailed me last night and will return to the sweet caress of slumber soon. The ability to drink from the fountain and surrender myself to the delicacies of gentle libations is one that never seems good the next day. Our adventure ended at the strip club as will happen during a bachelor party and I was irresistably drawn to the waitress. In her thigh high socks and knee high boots with the softest touch of a french accent crossing her succulent lips, each word lingering on her tongue as it flicked over vowels and consonants. There is something about dark haired women that is so alluring to my poor simple mind and also renders me exhausted, too tired to formulate the right words to tell them that I am enraptured. I had pleasant conversation and yes I do realise the location and her job make me one of hundreds with whom she flirts, so much so that I never even contemplated actually asking her out. I accepted it for what it was and enjoyed it which is all one can expect.
Some fantasies are best left in your mind as the imagination has such a subtle way of dealing with reality and in reality I doubt such a beauty had any real interest. Even if I was dressed to kill, well maybe not, theme events are fun when you take them on the road and since it was a 70's stag and we were all pretty superfly; fun fur clothing is oddly cozy. I digress at this point and will pick up the pieces of my mind and fold them into an origami crane and bid consciousness adieu,
I shall rest softly and well, with the image of being words in a beautiful mouth spoken softly.