Flattery Will Do It

I did remember the adage about how flattery will get you into the portals of all homes and palaces, perhaps it can secure an entry permit for the Pearly Gates at that. She was fresh-faced and pretty, lovely legs, and freckles, two dimples, mischievous (and placed with great precision) moist ruby lips and not a trace of fur as often can be seen adorning crazily the upper lip, white skin, caressable and soft, like light-pink velvet with a glow that seemed to be created from an inner light, perhaps her soul. But she was flat, that is the best that I can do with this description, if anything there were two indentations rather than those buds of Daisies that look their best in May among those thousands of green blades of God's green grass, oh pity. We did connect, in mind at first and later carnally, please do forgive and keep this whole account in strictest confidence, my friends. It was the strategy of ages that I used, the very flatness had inspired me to overwhelm her other assets of which there were so many, (kindly read my praises up above) with blatant, humdinger but diplomatic and dressed in pink chiffon, with Flattery. It never fails, will even start a battery so dead that not one spark remains.