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A love story best kept untold.

Tortured by the golden haired every woman he walks past every day.

His body reaches out for just a single lock of silk only to fall short. No game and no guide to help him level up from a born loser to something more.

Her cat eyes and swaying hips pull him in and won't let go. Her voice is the very wind, her skin made from the softly falling snow just outside his window.

His resolve won't last, can't last much longer. The scent of her, sight of her, dreams of her only fuel his madness.

On his knees begging her, pleading, bribing, praying for just one shot, one night, one chance to make a pleasurable mistake.

"No I have a boyfriend and I've never thought of you that way to begin with, I'm sorry".


Whore!

Stuck up bitch.

You can't be serious I can treat you far better Than he can. Ok, maybe I came on a little too strong or maybe not strong enough.

Fighting, scratching, begging him to get off of her. No chance. Hands on her dress, mouth salivating as he prepares to feast on the poor lamb.

He was found balls deep in unconscious body when cops swarmed her apartment. Picking up the broken lamp Handel he charged into a hail of gun fire.

This is the tale that repeats every couple of years or so but never ends well. A lost soul that couldn't gain the love of the one he desired.




Written by Kiddiegrinder (Mike J)
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