Days spent in your presence are a flurry of ravishing remarks. You really are quite the catch! You turn on the charm and one can’t help but be hopelessly besotted. With impeccable taste you are well pressed with a dashing smile. You do not walk, you glide – or strut. A Byronic self-assurance. You hold mystery in your eyes, until it’s too late, and they’re yours. A fragrant allure that gets noticed before one can capture a glance. Now where did that Martini get to?
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