The Aroma, by rob Subscribe to rss feed for rob

The aroma drew me in
I shoved my way through the din
She came to me so soft and meek
I quickly took my seat
She stood before me
She the flower, I the bee
I quickly sneaked a look
Over the cover of the book
The hunger plain upon my face
Her hem made of frilly lace
I drew her to the line
And made that choice of mine

My every beck and call

I finished my steak and the waitress took my plate away  
 




2002
Posted: 2005-11-08 03:15:19 UTC

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2005-11-08 15:21:59Faith
Very interesting! I like how the ending is very unexpected...