Won t You Be My Neighbor
It was awkward sitting in your living room sipping wine with your husband. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I tried not to stare, and I don’t know if I succeeded. You sat there, oozing sexuality. Wearing a low-cut blouse straining to control a pair of magnificent breasts, a gorgeous face, ruby red lipstick coated lips, legs for miles and stylish heels in early evening. I think your husband is accustomed to men staring at you all the time, he took no notice. You however, smiled...