Casanova Rambo : A Virgins Guide to Shooting Guns & Gettin' Laid

Inside screams, repetetively      
playing off my vulnerability..    
the reverb of my heart      
Now viral - and in the form    
Of a delightful tingling -    
This feathery velvet      
Ventures outward    
Stretching as far as my finger-tips    
...    
     
Vividly vibrating i approach    
the curve, steaming    
as i swerve from this back-street    
of boring sensibility    
onto the busy avenue of primal sensuality ..    
     
and I don't care if it's rush-hour ..    
the animal in me has a taste for you    
     
But ..      
I've never been to this part of town ..      
I'm intrigued even though my nerves    
remain nervous..    
     
her body was like my first time shooting a gun --      
 ..I suddenly surrendered      
to a suprising rush of nothing but confidence; misplaced as it may had been --  
 
The look on he face read "ballistics are about to be introduced down range, with little to no regard for who gets in the way..
     
Luckily for me - I'm armed to the fucking teeth, (being completely clueless fell by the wayside.)
 
With the hammer already pulled back on a shotgun tongue, I slowly raise my weapon and take a look down the sights; suddenly, a crippling thought turns my every muscle, temporarily, to stone.
     
... but what if my gun mis-fires?!    
     
a pallete of panic plummets   
directly to where my I keep the majority of my pride..  
              & I lie still, paralyzed      
     
Luckily, I was able to negotiate with  
 
..myself      
 
 bartered for a few deep breaths -
 
Slowly filling my lungs - where my words are kept  
 
 no regrets once I elect    
 to announce proudly    
 
"I GET TO SHOOT MY FIRST GUN TODAY WITH A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHO HAS FAR MORE EXPERIENCE THAN I DO!"
 
 willingly careless I shoot wildly from the hip,
 
 (A mistake I will soon regret)  
 
As a rose-nosed rookie numb to his own naivety.    
     
Almost all ammo exhausted in a matter if moments, successfully turning the target into confetti -  
And finding my first BULLSEYE    
did my final bullet fly ..      
with the rugged grace    
of a spaghetti western, regrettably.  
   
& although my magazine soon ran empty;  
At the rate of a Trigger Happy action hero .. It made me realize -  
 
I bet Rambo's bullet count never came close to zero.  
Practice makes perfect, I suppose, and I suppose I've got work to do.