I am quite the courteous gentleman
Not the kind who sends naughty lines;
Still, this pretty girl was winking, was I naïve?
Being a new guy in the neighborhood,
I waved; trying to be nice like Mom said I should.
It began with her offer, coffee in the main room
Ending with touches and flirting… the rise
Of my blood a seismic boom! Clothes ruffled
As my hands traveled along her skin,
Before I knew it, we were reeling on the floor.
I didn’t know her status; she didn’t wear a ring
But she seemed playful and thrilled to hear
My breath heaving. Then, the front door clicked;
A man crooned, “Honey, I’m home.”I suddenly froze
while posing behind a tall figurine. Rushing out,
the oldest couple from a distance pressed,
“Hey Miss, your black stockings are on your neck!”
Dr. Ram's Contest: Honey, I'm Home
by nette onclaud
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