She explained the risks and rewards. She warned of the pain. She was completely up-front, completely above-board. I still went for it. There was something about her eyes that distracted, something assuaging and alluring, something full of promises about protection and sex.
I know I should have said 'no', that I shouldn't be here, that I should have gone home and gone to bed and thanked my lucky stars and maybe said as much of a prayer as I could remember from when I was a boy. But she's so beautiful.
She's so beautiful, but her hands are so cold…
Get out of that morgue mister! Haha!
ReplyDeleteI don't think corpses explain things. :)
DeleteReally like how much you accomplished with such a small bit of prose!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteThat chilly lure - so hard to deny!
ReplyDeleteApparently :)
DeleteFrosty to the touch, but oh the vision of her! You had me at the title!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteCold hands warm heart, or so they say!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting :)
DeleteAlways a treat to read your stuff...
ReplyDeleteThat's very kind of you to say, thank you. :)
DeleteThis hits me, which is odd because you write it in kind of a "no big deal" kind of way. But im having this reaction... maybe I need a nap.
ReplyDeleteCareful... during a nap is when she sneaks in... :)
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