15 August 2012
Well received by the bar, friends placed orders and remain not so far
I only turned and took one step, natural selection in it crept, sipping on a glass of wine, the strangest feeling as her eyes meet with mine long curls of hair her fingers entwined Someone please pull the plug on time
Fire did burn through my soul through my fingers slipping was self control Love please don't eat me, eat me whole.
She bit her top lip, her smile has slipped straight at me, invisible electricity whats this feeling that you do to me Does Cupid practice his archery? I'm in his sights to clearly see?
Her elegant form, her seductive shape... The guys beckon for their mate... for their drinks they will have to wait... for her there's no time for this to take. A smile so playful I return remark Eyes so warm they melt my heart
Like two magnets we begin to close in engaging with thoughts soaked in sin the cold stone heats up from deep within springs with life once again I close my eyes and count to ten, waiting for this uncomfortable luxury to cruelly end Has Fate slipped in? A hand he lends A gift so beautiful to me he sends The world no longer owes its made a mends... God she's gorgeous, we can't be friends... A card with a drink the gentleman sends the note reads in ink that curves and bends
"this is my number which starts a tale please call two times for yes and once for fail I do not wish to impose on you, but when you look at me do you feel it too"
©Edward Gee Humphrey
Uncomfortable Luxury • Opuss № I