Flirting

Butterflies flying around my head the woman across from me, turns and looks away my ego starts to grin. I walk up to her and started to stutter, she walked away, but the butterflies continued to fly around. I sat still on my chair, my neck itches and itches, my face red from embarrassment. The woman sat beside me, she whispers and whispers, I gave her a ride home. We arrived and she invited me in, then the butterflies on my head started to attack her, ate her body, then sucked up the blood from the doorstep, like she was never here.