It was yet another one those nights. He came to me without a word and grabbed me. Nestled in his arms I saw him looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes I had oft wished mine. The situation being what it was I didn't feel right for me and him to........ you know. And the night was young. Who knows what kinds of passion the boiling blood of young adult ignites and causes him to do serious things! I could see that he didn't share my views. The next thing I knew, he had his legs wrapped around mine and we got into his motorbike. It was always the bike. Why not something more private, more secluded, something away from prying eyes? A car for instance!
It was a couple of hours before he was finally through with me. He slipped off me without a peep coming of him save him pulling up his nightwear. That was my cue. He didn't want me anymore. Not tonight. We've been together for almost a year now but I just can't seem to figure him out. He could have his pick from the litter that lay in front of him ogling for his attention. Makes me feel insecure! My last day of being eyed was the day he eyed me. Somewhere in the II floor of a shopping mall. Those were the days!
Naah! I'm being too harsh, I guess. He loves me! I know that. Sometimes we're together wherever he goes. He just can't seem to leave me behind. But my joy is always short lived. Some 2-3 days and he's fed up of me. After all he's done to me, now I'm wet. I'm sleazy and don't suit him. So he just does me away like yesterday's breakfast, casually picks up one of the others for good measure and has me wrung in and out in the horrible washing machine! It's cruel and hurtful! Oh how I hate him for that! Hey, by the way, did I forget to mention, I'm his Denim Jeans?
Another 'short' one ;) ;)
The Ghost Writer
Naah! I'm being too harsh, I guess. He loves me! I know that. Sometimes we're together wherever he goes. He just can't seem to leave me behind. But my joy is always short lived. Some 2-3 days and he's fed up of me. After all he's done to me, now I'm wet. I'm sleazy and don't suit him. So he just does me away like yesterday's breakfast, casually picks up one of the others for good measure and has me wrung in and out in the horrible washing machine! It's cruel and hurtful! Oh how I hate him for that! Hey, by the way, did I forget to mention, I'm his Denim Jeans?
Another 'short' one ;) ;)
The Ghost Writer