GRYM REELL - ETT NÄT AV NYLON

Is it the sweet scent of my nylons that lures you and spreads in your little brain, or is it the quiet rustle when I cross my legs that makes you go crazy? Distracted by the sparkling seams of my nylons you do not even notice how I lure you into my net, which I throw over you with spread toes, while I inhale my cigarette with pleasure and wait until the next little fly gets caught in my net.