Dressed in all black,
she arrives at my door,
but rather than go out,
we dine on my floor.
With pillows for seats,
and candles for light,
she tells me of the past,
her memories of life.
Pizza and wine,
a great dinner for two,
not what she was expecting,
but I bet it will do.
She picks off her onions,
and adds them to mine,
I hardly even noticed,
and certainly didn't mind.
With two boxes eaten,
and one bottle down,
we head to the sofa,
my black leather playground.
We put on a movie,
something about about a book,
she hands me her feet,
and I rub out the nooks.
The AC comes on,
I give her my sweater,
and slowly but surely,
I become cold as ever.
I light up a blunt,
we pass back and forth,
she slowly moves closer,
and I begin to feel warm.
She places her head,
on the top of my chest,
I move in and kiss her,
my nerves come to rest.
Her lips taste like cherries,
it's probably the wine,
little did I know,
she tastes like that all the time.
I notice that it's late,
I'm now high as a kite,
our voices begin to lower,
and we theorize about life.
She tells me she thinks,
life is not to be dread,
and it's only the beginning,
there is much more ahead.
We lie there eyes closed,
and ponder the theory,
and start the beginning,
of our sleepover series.