Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Appetizers
I left on the arm of Frankie de Bonair Felt like I was walking—well I won’t say where! You can deduce it from what I’ve implied; And I tell you right now that man has some pride! We danced until dawn on a fine glassy floor, And there in his arms, I just wanted more, The artist within me paints him...
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