There she stood five foot seven
Eyes blue or green I can't remember
Brown hair resting on her shoulders
The smile of smiles
Her name was Deborah
She spoke with an accent
It melted my heart
So cultured so classy
I was falling in love
She had to be mine
Roses and chocolates
Seduction by candlelight
Picked her up in a limo
Table for two on the beach
Waiter and chef standing by
Sun sinking into a red sunset
The food must have been good
I was busy swimming in her eyes
Suddenly soft music
I asked her to dance
We danced forever
She fitted perfectly in my arms
I must have you she whispered
With the sweetness of an angel
I lowered her to the sand
We slowly disrobed
My tongue investigating
She moaned with delight
We woke the next morning
Still on the beach
She left for Peking
I never saw her again
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