How quickly'th the years doth slipest away'eth.
Vun dus just look away for a minuet
and it is many years hence
goeth quietly, your time is spent.
How quickly'th the years doth slipest away'eth.
Vun dus just look away for a minuet
and it is many years hence
goeth quietly, your time is spent.
"You feel lucky, pal?"
"Lucky enough."
"You feel lucky enough to get to me, before I get to you?"
"Protect your manliness, as you know I'm coming for that first."
"Suck my cock!"
"Nah, you got it all wrong. It's you who'll be doing the sucking."
"So, you are feeling lucky."
You lie there, so serene,
you have no idea
what is going on, in my mind.
Feverish, I'd call it,
right next to you, so quiet.
My limbs buzz
as my hand hovers over you,
trying to decide, which part
of you to touch first.
His eyes were beautiful. Big. Brown. White. Innocence,
but smart behind the veneer of a stranger.
He smiled. Nodded his head. Looked up and down.
Looked as though he purred like a kitten.
It was only me, in his view, saying excuse me.
His eyes sparkled. I could feel mine sparkle too.
Momentary lapse in the space time continuum.
Is it love, thought he?
It is love? thought I.
He spun around, our eyes stayed connected;
the crowd ate us up from both different directions. Consumed us.
The music thumped. The lights flashed.
I never saw him again.
He smiled at me with his amazing blue eyes,
something inside me melted.
His red lips parted just slightly,
the corners of his eyes creased in joy.
I could feel a swoon.
I'm sure he winked,
those beautiful eyes,
gone too soon.