There are situations that I like surprises, turning a street into a public place, a cafe. I like it very much.
They are before the window of an art dealer.
It is absorbed by his speech, probably a well-documented critical and highly relevant to the canvas in front of it. His face is animated, his eyes are bright, his face devoid of wrinkles, while his intellect is in action.
He is leaning forward as if his whole attention was given to this woman.
But his eyes, ah! this look beautifully corner, sumptuously lustful, irresistibly attracted to this other fabric, probably less artistic but how much more moving.
In the case, I'm not absolutely sure whatever his intellect is in action ...
Be honest briefly.
How many times have we, us men, had eye irresistibly attracted by what I call a "vision erectile", although it is accompanied by a woman, even the fairest of them all?
So I take the risk of receiving a volley of green wood, and I ask:
"We please you that much, ladies? ..."
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