Friday, September the 13th
Eyes to body. Shet.
Eyes to hair. Shucks.
Eyes to face. Shet!
Lips like strawberry…Thinking how I wanna eat it…
Abs. “I wanna touch ya” My head said.
Virgo, you’re not allowed.
Then he walks up.
He’s not alone.
“Meet my Girlfriend.”
Stop. You’re not allowed!
“Oh! You live in this part of town? I live here too!
Think of the girlfriend. Think of the girlfriend.
I’ll come visit you.”
Oh Shet. Yes. No. Fuck it! Yes.
“Not with that ‘do. Do something about it...my dad...”
"Nah…I’m just casing..."
The third Meeting.
The wanting of more.
The wakeup call.
He has a girlfriend!
“We’re breaking up...Me and my girlfriend.”
Bad grammar. What da heck. They’re breaking up.
You can have strawberry lips now!
“Why are you telling me.”
The First meeting of the eyes.
"Because I think I’ve just found the One."
Son of a bitch!