Honey dew fragrance causes me to turn my head slighty as she walks by me. Mixed with simmering tension.

Five feet and two inches of perfection that is truely in the eye of the beholder but much more. What more? You ask. I see dancing
Indifference.


Sweetnes and light. Itching for a fight
Itching for submission. Sweet submission if the pieces fall
In place just right. Just so..baby let me.

Be the one.
The one.
Slow your roll.

Your roll
A slow roll . The prescription.
Then stabbing lightening.
Then sweet oblivion.

If you let me in.