Pretty
You fell for me the first time we met; now I’ll love you for always. Forever searching to find you again it is you my Grey Eyed lover. - Pretty
I’m walking deliberately out the bar door the night is brisk, but quiet. The street virtually empty, I’ll save the cab fare walk home. Another night same familiar faces with the same boring drab talk about what could’ve been, exaggerated accomplishments, and understated failures, but tonight one new face.
“Hmmm,” thought my intense gaze would’ve stirred him to come over.
Thought he would’ve offered to buy me a drink, talk the night away. What was I thinking? After all everybody’s full of excuses money is tight due to the recession, prices have gone up. Right, so because the economy is going down the tubes women don’t deserve to be treated like ladies anymore? All the wooing is gone so you simply ask for a pity shag is that it? No, if you want a real lady like me, all the niceties are still in order. Even if you meet me at a bar, I’m not what you think easy, no just lonely; needy for love, all the things those damn romance novels talk of. Is it wrong to want it, to search for it? I don’t think so. What’s a lonely lady to do in a little town like this? Meeting people with interesting conversation is next to impossible and well meeting interesting men even harder. You could’ve bought me a drink; you would’ve been smitten before the night was over...Grey Eyes you had to stay your course. Drinking your drink alone, pretending not to notice me. You noticed me, all men do. You probably told yourself all sorts of things to talk one out of walking over to say hello. Lets see I can probably come up with a couple, your so pretty and intimidating so you make me nervous or the typical I’m shy and have a fear of rejection. I’ve heard it all, nothing but sad pathetic reasons to not approach me. Well Grey Eyes, you and your mysterious ways. With your long slender hands and sharp features, you look intelligent and intense. I sense a satisfying lover too. Well groomed, don’t see that much around here either. I wonder what those initials on your cufflinks mean, a brand or your initials? I kept glancing over at you and your hands as you took long sips of your drink; caramel in color scotch was it? Clean strong purposeful hands, my my I lingered on those hands a little too long, dreaming. I wonder if you noticed? I tried to give you hints to come on over, was I a little too subtle? Well Grey Eyes, you must be a visitor here for a couple of nights, can’t wait to leave? I enjoyed looking at you and watching you from a far. Maybe next time your liquid courage will kick in, when the nights still young. I will dream of you tonight...its time to head home.
I’ll take a quick short cut and I will be home in no time. The alley looks clear, small town nothing to worry about I think to myself. As my mind drifts off a little as I continue my walk home thinking of you, Grey Eyes. (Deep inhale) Naughty is what dreams are made of, I hope you come my way and let me touch your smooth white skin so clear and porcelain. Where are you Grey Eyes, as I walk down this long dark corridor, I think why don’t you appear. Its wrong isn’t it, but yet I so desire it. In that dark grey trench coat you had lying next to you... I think I can hear your heavy footsteps now. I feel chills running down my spine, fear and anticipation is so intoxicating. Your walking faster, I start to quicken my steps and suddenly here you are standing tall and handsome, with your Grey Eyes sparkling brightly in the poorly lit alley way. I knew you would come, you could see I wanted you from afar. Thank you, seeing you is turning this black night into grey. You reach for me leaning me up against the wet moist building it smells of salt and fumes. My breast heave and you come close laying your firm chest against me, and grab both of my hands and playfully place them above my head. Then you reach
You fell for me the first time we met; now I’ll love you for always. Forever searching to find you again it is you my Grey Eyed lover. - Pretty
I’m walking deliberately out the bar door the night is brisk, but quiet. The street virtually empty, I’ll save the cab fare walk home. Another night same familiar faces with the same boring drab talk about what could’ve been, exaggerated accomplishments, and understated failures, but tonight one new face.
“Hmmm,” thought my intense gaze would’ve stirred him to come over.
Thought he would’ve offered to buy me a drink, talk the night away. What was I thinking? After all everybody’s full of excuses money is tight due to the recession, prices have gone up. Right, so because the economy is going down the tubes women don’t deserve to be treated like ladies anymore? All the wooing is gone so you simply ask for a pity shag is that it? No, if you want a real lady like me, all the niceties are still in order. Even if you meet me at a bar, I’m not what you think easy, no just lonely; needy for love, all the things those damn romance novels talk of. Is it wrong to want it, to search for it? I don’t think so. What’s a lonely lady to do in a little town like this? Meeting people with interesting conversation is next to impossible and well meeting interesting men even harder. You could’ve bought me a drink; you would’ve been smitten before the night was over...Grey Eyes you had to stay your course. Drinking your drink alone, pretending not to notice me. You noticed me, all men do. You probably told yourself all sorts of things to talk one out of walking over to say hello. Lets see I can probably come up with a couple, your so pretty and intimidating so you make me nervous or the typical I’m shy and have a fear of rejection. I’ve heard it all, nothing but sad pathetic reasons to not approach me. Well Grey Eyes, you and your mysterious ways. With your long slender hands and sharp features, you look intelligent and intense. I sense a satisfying lover too. Well groomed, don’t see that much around here either. I wonder what those initials on your cufflinks mean, a brand or your initials? I kept glancing over at you and your hands as you took long sips of your drink; caramel in color scotch was it? Clean strong purposeful hands, my my I lingered on those hands a little too long, dreaming. I wonder if you noticed? I tried to give you hints to come on over, was I a little too subtle? Well Grey Eyes, you must be a visitor here for a couple of nights, can’t wait to leave? I enjoyed looking at you and watching you from a far. Maybe next time your liquid courage will kick in, when the nights still young. I will dream of you tonight...its time to head home.
I’ll take a quick short cut and I will be home in no time. The alley looks clear, small town nothing to worry about I think to myself. As my mind drifts off a little as I continue my walk home thinking of you, Grey Eyes. (Deep inhale) Naughty is what dreams are made of, I hope you come my way and let me touch your smooth white skin so clear and porcelain. Where are you Grey Eyes, as I walk down this long dark corridor, I think why don’t you appear. Its wrong isn’t it, but yet I so desire it. In that dark grey trench coat you had lying next to you... I think I can hear your heavy footsteps now. I feel chills running down my spine, fear and anticipation is so intoxicating. Your walking faster, I start to quicken my steps and suddenly here you are standing tall and handsome, with your Grey Eyes sparkling brightly in the poorly lit alley way. I knew you would come, you could see I wanted you from afar. Thank you, seeing you is turning this black night into grey. You reach for me leaning me up against the wet moist building it smells of salt and fumes. My breast heave and you come close laying your firm chest against me, and grab both of my hands and playfully place them above my head. Then you reach
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