The Untitleable.

Friday, September the 13^th

The meeting.

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.

Stop!

Virgo, you’re not allowed.

Then he walks up.

He’s not alone.

“Meet my Girlfriend.”

The dying.

Stop!

Oh well.

WTF!

Stop. You’re not allowed!

Oh well.

 The parting.

“Oh! You live in this part of town? I live here too! 

Think of the girlfriend.  Think of the girlfriend.

Where? 

No. 

I’ll come visit you.”

No.

Oh Shet. Yes. No. Fuck it! Yes.

“Not with that ‘do.  Do something about it...my dad...”

The Visiting.

Hi.

Hi.

"You came."

"Yup."

"Err...Come in.."

"Nah…I’m just casing..."

 Laughter.And goodbyes.

The third Meeting.

That meeting.

The handshake.

The wanting of more.

The wakeup call.

He has a girlfriend!

The shocker.

“We’re breaking up...Me and my girlfriend.”

Bad grammar. What da heck. They’re breaking up.

You can have strawberry lips now!

Heish up!

Fuck.

“Why are you telling me.”

The First meeting of the eyes.

"Because I think I’ve just found the One."

Son of a bitch!