What it's like to feel sexy in the summer?
First off what is sexy to me?
Sexy is the way I move when I strut down a busy street and feel the summer breeze tickling my behind and lurking eyes caress my flowy skirt.
Sexy is a watermelon candy in my mouth and while i'm sucking it, a fine ass brother walks on by and cause me to almost choke when he winks at me with a Crest-white smile. Yeah, a chocolate mousse kind of brother, and all I can do is stare, lick my lips and stare...lol
It happens all the time in the streets of NY, I always wonder when a man flirts with me, why he doesn't casually pause long enough to exchange numbers?
Maybe he's married?
Has a boyfriend?
Has a girlfriend?
Has too many friends?
Men to me are like appetizers, you get your pick of raw USDA meat, pork (if he's fat), turkey (if he's lean), chicken (if he approach me and can't keep up a conversation), personally I prefer the beefy ones...they go well with my spiciness
What's your choice?
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