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On Jazz Sultry sax Tanqueray, lime and ice cigarette smoke in the sunset Sitting on the back steps blue cotton dress hiked up her thighs sweating for a cool breeze. The jazz gets in her head; she wonders if he'll be by tonight. Thin white feet, bare and dusty (best ankles in two counties), follow the sax low and hot. Makes her want to slip under a man or swim in an ocean of warm wet silk to a cool shore. D-- 5/90 |
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