Curiouser, peaking my interest I asked for no more than a name from the coy girl that stood before me. She knew my angle before I did. Her name ran through my head non stop. Her voice of that of not an angel but of the devil. Filling my head with thoughts of sin. Pure thoughts gone out the door. Mr. Nice guy is no more. I must have you. Nothing in this world to distract me from making you mine and more. Through the glass I peered, to see you with another. Jealous? Hardly. Curiouser, I said your name, and the look on your face I couldn't have recalled such interest before this moment. My heart raced.
*Daisy