Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for March, 2010
An Amazing First (last) Date
I saw her.
We met
and dined
and laughed
and drank a bit too much
and went back to my place
and listened to amazing music
and she hit on me,
so I kissed her back,
and we rolled around,
and the energy between us was incredible,
but she didn’t feel it.
She couldn’t feel it.
It was there.
She just.
Couldn’t.
Feel.
It.
I am so sensitive.