You are on a date.
You look handsome, she looks pretty.
She is smart and you are witty.
It is going perfect. You had a romantic candle light dinner under the moonless starry sky followed by a tender dance. Welcoming romantic gestures surfaced on her face every once in a while.
You are driving back. You hardly hear what she is saying because fantasies have engaged your senses.
You don’t know for sure why, but you have a feeling that this could be “The Night”.
She plays with her hair while she invites you to her place; if you could hang out for a little while. She has already told you that she lives alone. Her mischievous smile and a tongue rolling on her pink lips reveal her plan.
As your fantasy takes wings and begins to fulfill, your excitement starts exhibiting through your stammer.
Hesitant on the outside, you say, ‘Yeah, Sure.’ while you drool inside.
You border on her place located in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
And Bam! An emergency alarm goes off in your head. Continue reading “Slow Death”
From the Wobbly Baby Steps,
That You Walked in Your Lawn,
To the Races that You Won,
In the Fields Hardly Known.
Messed up were the Maps,
And the Fright was Fierce,
Dark were the Tunnels,
And You managed to Pierce.
Clean as a Whistle is,
Never Enough Thirst,
When You Step with Poise,
Your yet Another First!
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