Photo Credit – Google He asked her out, Just like every mature man had a right to do, “No,” was how she chose to respond, Like every woman asked had a right to do, Disappointed he went his way, Indifferent she went hers, But the amorous thoughts he had, Of lewd things he’d planned to do to her, With help from some evil counsel, And a bit of idle time, Those thoughts they festered, Until they birthed an obsession, And…
Image Credits – Shutterstock.com For weeks afterwards I had to square my chin and endure her constant jibes. Everyone heard (by everyone I mean those in our circle), about how a simple “no” had stopped me from getting to the garden between her thighs. Who could blame me for wanting to? I was young and flush with raging hormones and she had such a nubile body (at least to my teenage eyes). I liked her and I knew she liked…
He asked her out, Just like every man matured and bold enough, had a right to do. “No” was how she chose to respond, Again, like every woman with a mind of her own, had a right to do.