I noticed her up ahead
Gliding softly along the road
Hips swaying hypnotically side to side
Red hair catching the sun,
The slight breeze teasing and
Dancing seductively as she swayed.
She stopped at the junction and
With eyes that twinkled and
Kissable lips in the softest of smiles,
Turned to me, saying,
“I’m headed left,
Will you follow?”
Follow,
Follow me?
My heart skipped a beat
Then I remembered my horoscope this morning,
“Try not to trade your love of freedom for
The promise of romance.”
-Mullch-
