Off guard

tension. intention. enormous.

flaming yet cold. devours

alarmingly quick!

immediate. sudden...

oh, what a burden:

being a mere man, when you're such a gorgeous one.

give it a damn! click.

 

not a queen, I guess, though maybe you do have a coach?

not that one to ride, sure. but one to sleep sound and deep,

after having a coffee cup and an airy biscuit.

 

the evening's about to get you up wrapped,

yet those could be my own arms instead,

don't you think so?

oh, sure. you don't.

 

perhaps it's charming: the way your lips are taking a drag.

your lungs are all drained from smoke.

yet, mine too. pretty sure 'bout that.

don't you think such a thing could make us alike?

 

but you'd never like me the way I would:

that's simple. you're mentally strong and do have no wounds,

and so on and so fors... and so on and so what?

 

I'm not a polyglot, you know, but I won't refuse tasting your mother tongue.

huh! things have definitely gone wrong at this point.

 

looking ashamed like a boy who've just met a beautiful high school ma'am,

but- woah, madam! you're a PhD candidate?

may I offer you a date, then?

 

oh I'm afraid I'm having a migraine.

 

that's all your fault, Nameless,

cause you make me all stressed and messed up.

click!

I'm taking a vodka gulp.

 

 

21 ноября 2024 г.