She knew if from the start.
She sat at the table question my intelligence. Negating the realm of insecurities and opening pathways to neurological impulses. She sat there asking about my future, my goals, my options. My senses overwhelmed by her perfume as she gazed at me through her sharp glasses. I could taste her. I could have molded her into my own, answering her questions, remarking on her attire, laughing at her quips and still I did not.
Her questions wreaked of intrigue. She asked “What do you want to be?”
A simple question who’s response could make or break this chance encounter of perfection bundled in a leather overcoat.
“I want to be the one that holds you close…and comforts you,” should have been my answer. But instead I replied, “I don’t know.”
I wriggled in my chair as I marveled at her aura.
She bid me goodnight, kissed my cheek and headed out into the rain, no longer secure in the corner of a dingy coffee shop she quickly hailed a cab. Her number still rotating in my brain as I tried to compose my failure.
Again I awoke to the sound of rain. Drawn in by its mystery as it pounded on my roof, another sleepless night with a number still unable to be found.
When I approached her it was with the worst intensions. She splayed me, broke me down to so much more, and the inevitable longing set in as I sat there under her spell. Lured in by looks but beaten by presence. I was the lamb and she was the butcher, she knew it from the start.
Her questions wreaked of intrigue. She asked “What do you want to be?”
A simple question who’s response could make or break this chance encounter of perfection bundled in a leather overcoat.
“I want to be the one that holds you close…and comforts you,” should have been my answer. But instead I replied, “I don’t know.”
I wriggled in my chair as I marveled at her aura.
She bid me goodnight, kissed my cheek and headed out into the rain, no longer secure in the corner of a dingy coffee shop she quickly hailed a cab. Her number still rotating in my brain as I tried to compose my failure.
Again I awoke to the sound of rain. Drawn in by its mystery as it pounded on my roof, another sleepless night with a number still unable to be found.
When I approached her it was with the worst intensions. She splayed me, broke me down to so much more, and the inevitable longing set in as I sat there under her spell. Lured in by looks but beaten by presence. I was the lamb and she was the butcher, she knew it from the start.