she was French American
either way, she spoke both languages.
she was a synchronized swimmer.
she was a French Playboy model.
she was a first-class spinner,
fitted with a spectacular throttle.
i was enamored; giddy; anxious; 99% blinded.
her touch calmed my chronic muscle spasms,
while simultaneously causing a different spasm.
splash…double take…triple take…rubbing my eyes.
yup, she was French alright…
i just couldn’t take those hairy armpits.
damn the 1%!