She smiles with a foreign demeanour

Her eyes water with every word of pleasure

And the dance she lets rip through her body

Always yells.

And for a long time I thought she was coming to me

Into my arms

But I could not read her foreign demeanour of a smile.

She dared me to submit

And submit I did,

(With veiled actions and timid confidence)

As she smiled with that foreign demeanor and said she must go back to France now.

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