Unmedicated Lips Sink Ships…
From the pages of The Mata Hari Story: “She swept her way through the hearts of one foreign dignitary to another. Gathering intelligence and leaving men on the hook with every sensual secret. The boys back at Langley wondered what her secret was. How did she get these men to talk? Rarely would she tell. She’d just smile that devious smile and apply her Canna-lips Lip Balm with the guile of a seasoned pro.
“Then she would flash that smile of hers and you’d find that you have been reduced to putty. Just a mere glance towards those luscious lips would send you reeling. She had eyes to match. They wouldn’t seduce you as much as they would take your hand and lead you down a dark winding staircase that continued indefinitely. What does she whisper to these men through her minty cannabis scented lips? What stories would she tell? What promises would she keep? What means would she employ to get what she wanted?
She might not answer any of your questions, but you will always answer hers.
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