She sat alone (I won’t say where), playing with her hair.
I approached like a moth to a fucking flame to fill the seat beside her.
Her oval green eyes blazed my shyness away.
She used her pale body to pull me closer, wrapping me around her finger.
Through sultry eyes of wasteless regrets, I told her to stop, or we’d do something we’d regret, never forget.
We touched, then traveled, and ended up in the backseat of her mustang.
I kissed her so hard her lips bled.
She held me so tight my ribs broke.
I couldn’t afford to miss out on her.
Too much information?
Even so, that’s why you’re here.
(© 2022 AC)