A series of one night stands
by @thomas-hatchett
⁃ The game begins:
You need to see my ID again?
Nah I remember you.
She walks passed through the door.
It's the voice.
It's the face ;)
She walks away, he turns to another soul nearby-
It was the tits.
She laughs.
They were big and fake, come on. I saw her take off her sweatshirt over there 10 minutes ago. He laughs.
A sunny blonde stroll past with a drink. "Where was I when she slipped in?" he thinks. When she comes back later.
Do you need to see my ID?
I do. I saw you come out with a drink earlier. But I didn't see you come in. Must've slipped passed me when I wasn't looking..." The flirtatious tone slips in on the last line, smooth as silk, sly like his grin.
"... and I'm ashamed of myself for that. I feel like I shoulda seen you ;)"
She smiles back and her ripened peach tan skin roses just a hint; under her cheekbones and across her chest. Undeniable proof it worked.
Count that as a win :D
Point: Home Team! 1-0
"The Games begin!"
Play resumes.
Get your game face on
its game day again.
Warm that smile up.
Stretch it out them legs
don't wanna pull a hammy
On the dance floor This early in.
Whats the biggest mistake you've ever made.
Yadda yadda
Wanna see if I can be number two?
Are you misses Marshall
Oh no I'm miss so-and-so
Would you like to be Misses Hatchett instead?
Barefoot in a parking lot at a parade downtown around 3pm
touch grass and face the sun
drink the glow on in.
Church doesnt have to look
like a temple to someone - some being; it can just be relishing in the temple of being we exist in.
Radiant free life giving energy, cascades across infinity just to warm our rock and make our blood run; And we figured out how charge for it. I swear they will completely commodify the sun before it's all over, said and done.