U all have an inkling to my unique makeup and the things I am capable
of so, i'll spare u the giddy excitements that attend my recounts and
just about get down to brass tacks,
though further detail might be exposed in private to the insistent.
And don't go getting warped ideas at my meaning, please.
We waltzed into this mall, myself and Fatz, and head in the general
direction of the rows of assorted bottles of liquified influence,
I do still recall our heated debate over choice and quantity, and my
taking off like a bird of prey towards the sauced-up roasted birds
doing summersaults in a glass case.
Well, all is settled at the end, as all such matters are,
Fatz' got his 2 bottles of Smirnoff, and I have a roasted bird at
hand. A win win.
We take our picks to the counter, impatiently awaiting our turn to pay
up and scram when I get an eerie gut feeling somebody's watching me.
I brush it off as one of my moments but the feeling persists and so I
gander a quick survey of my sorroundings if only to put the matter to
rest, or convince myself i'm under the influence when a bit further
down the counter, to my left, I bump into these dreamy pair of
lulling, bright eyes that suck the breath from my lungs.
The experience of that brief encounter, if told in its entirety, wud
make a lengthy essay, of which i'm not particularly good at.
All consciousness of time and place was lost on me,
all I cud see and feel were these amazing pair of eyes and the things
they were doing to me.
The probe and pull of those eyes held me spellbound for I dnt know how
long,- questioning, assessing, telling. I was lost in the moment.
Then I saw a glint, like when the pupils reflect light, a spark of
excitement kindled in those dark orbs as the face encasing these twin
tools of unnerving sensations lit up in the most dazzling of smiles I
cud remember back then. And that's when my own eyes took in her face.
A beauty. A heart-stopping, traffic-jamming work of an artist.
With that wrenching smile, she turned her gaze and attention back to
the girl behind the counter, secure in the knowledge the turmoil she's
calculatingly stirred in me.
''Ur bill is..., sir'', from the girl at the counter,
and i'm roused from whatever and wherever it was the gazing lady had
put or taken me.
Absent mindedly groping for my wallet, face flushed, and out of breath
I finally have my wallet out, then on their own perilous accord, my
eyes wander to the figure to be bestowed with eyes as those, and
that's when I lost all inhibition.
Ever heard of 'the figure of an hour glass'?
Well, hers sure made every second of my gawking travails tick!
...stay tuned.
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