this fire haired vixen steps up to my bar...
"just where, darlin', in the hierarchy of the angels do you fall?...for you are surely an angel."
her last statement punctuated by a flash of heart stopping hazels.
panic sets in.....i have no reply. my mind jumps to and from every corner of reference. there is nothing there. i am defeated.
darkness. death. the end of wit.
then.....my mouth moves, and breath is forced into sounds, which fly out as words.
"well, sweet cheeks, i'm like the grand puba....with wings."
.......not funny. i know. but it worked.
from darkness there was creation. there is a god, and tonight she liked me.
"just where, darlin', in the hierarchy of the angels do you fall?...for you are surely an angel."
her last statement punctuated by a flash of heart stopping hazels.
panic sets in.....i have no reply. my mind jumps to and from every corner of reference. there is nothing there. i am defeated.
darkness. death. the end of wit.
then.....my mouth moves, and breath is forced into sounds, which fly out as words.
"well, sweet cheeks, i'm like the grand puba....with wings."
.......not funny. i know. but it worked.
from darkness there was creation. there is a god, and tonight she liked me.
Just make sure she's a she.