she had nice
hair.
nice skin
too.
nice
eyes.
and
the way her lips
circled her
lit cigarette,
inhaling
just the right
amount of
reviving-death,
and
managing a
cheeky grin
was nice.
a lady,
not a girl.
I sat to her
and
for once in
a very
very long time.
I had a sense of
fear...
of wonder on
what move she'd
make next.
rather than
hope
for the best
with a
predictable,
****** opportunity.
lady.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
she had nice
hair.
nice skin
too.
nice
eyes.
and
the way her lips
circled her
lit cigarette,
inhaling
just the right
amount of
reviving-death,
and
managing a
cheeky grin
was nice.
a lady,
not a girl.
I sat to her
and
for once in
a very
very long time.
I had a sense of
fear...
of wonder on
what move she'd
make next.
rather than
hope
for the best
with a
predictable,
****** opportunity.
lady.
