" different from the first one. "
her fingers are glossy.
glossssssseeee
glossing. n
classy. i stand gazing.
like uh, a primitive, eye
she tells me their sensitive
and i believe her. because I
am quite the gullible guy
for sweet.. pretty..
cute.
.innocent. looking
things
ZAM.
she magnetically slapssss
and caresses the back of my dome.
tap tap... tap
' hmm a heavy stone, '
tap tap... tap
'it has a lot of content'... tap
tap tap .'oh'. tap tap tap
.
.
...
She begins her
journey
from the top of my head
slowly…
tippy toeing
down….
My
body
moving
her fragile nails
Like a
rehearsed fantasy..
she's been wanting
to do.
she closes in
and rests her
index finger
across my neck like a
scythe shape sun....
she approaches breathes.
in...and... whispers..
..
“What are you thinking?”
And within that.
my eyes smile.
[i don’t really know, some sort of brain activity..... ]
“I think”
[your pretty, inside, outside,worldwide, ]
[and ]
“I think”
[_<(^.^)> <(^.^<) (>^.^<) (>^.^)>]
“nothing”
She still keeps going [ it’s a long walk…………]
down,
slowly
maneuvering
in
elegant
moves.
before
closing in
....again.
this time in a more arrowed position across the more pronominal areas.
‘Why are you hesitant ?'
on being religiously
silly ?."
"Like if
you dislike
the idea of
being bright?’
[because
people are ......... ]
“Wait What???"
That’s not true.
only sometimes...
lol!@#!$!.
but still
“that's so wrong
And misleading. "
but please go on”.
Added on March 12, 2016, in https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/myenigma/1737792/
Last Updated on April 17, 2017
