She wore a tight black dress, black lipstick, staring at me, radiating my life.
She pushed me on the pile of leaves before I felt like falling in love,
hypnotizing me, channeling a dream of her without clothes.
I blinked her white spaghetti strap off her body.
Her pale b cup size breasts gave a ghostlike vibe.
Maybe she’s a ghost.
Maybe she’s an angel,
which, I didn’t care.
Her lips touched mine.
Chills crawled the length of my bone.
What was in that drink? I asked.
Drink Coffee Write 