Quicksand

The blue girl in blue arrived in the cold, For her paint this late day in June, With stealth and shade she quietly browsed, Then welcomed herself into my room, And when I went in, I stopped, I froze, Naked, she stood up from the bed, I reached my hand out, "Please stop, get dressed", Were the only words that I said, Why did she do it, I was so blind, How could I not see this that day, But worst of all was returning to work, Not knowing what she would say, "Buttercup, don't be silly, nothing happened OK", I know she knows I said "No", But from that day on she had planted the seed, In quicksand for rumours to grow.