Wrote a poem about Charlie's set Wolverine. It's absolutely amazing and inspires me whenever I look at it.
Wolverine
She stands poised and relaxed.
A cigar sits on her lips,
Somewhere Freud laughs.
White tank, low jeans,
The rugged demeanor I know so well.
Jutted hips and laid back eyes,
A dagger inked on to her arm.
Her bones extend to gleaming claws,
She sheds her clothes.
I sit in stunned silence.
Wolverine
She stands poised and relaxed.
A cigar sits on her lips,
Somewhere Freud laughs.
White tank, low jeans,
The rugged demeanor I know so well.
Jutted hips and laid back eyes,
A dagger inked on to her arm.
Her bones extend to gleaming claws,
She sheds her clothes.
I sit in stunned silence.
I am ok- just a touch of the old hypoglycemia. Clearly, a sign that I'm at the mall too much (I was at stir krazy when I fainted). Ahh, nothing says romance like dropping in a restaurant.)
Anyway, I'm flattered, thanks!