Monday, July 4, 2011

Mistaken Identity

Leaning on the counter, I stare at you.
Like a long lost puppy you stare back at me.

I seductively stare at you.
You stare longingly at me.

You step closer and close the divide which is tearing us apart.
It beats faster and faster; yes my heart.

You look at me with a quizzical look.
I know you what you want, I can read you like a book.

You draw even closer, bend down and squint your eyes.
State of confusion; now I'm shocked and surprised.

While bent over squinting, your expression I cannot read.
Then she exclaims, oh s**t, the burger bun does has sesame seeds.

4 comments:

  1. Oh man, sorry for you ooo.
    Maybe another time
    :)

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  2. Well written. That has a concrete significance.

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  3. Why he stares so deeply, I wonder.
    Better take my mind off him before I blunder.

    All looks well on the cooker and in the blender.
    Gosh, another look from him and I'll surrender.

    Oh Yes, the burgers are in the oven.
    No sesame seeds, I am secretly hoping.

    I walk over, bend over and 'Oh shit, the burger buns do have sasame seeds.'
    As soon as I say that his demeanour reals, 'oh please'

    As if to say he expected something different;
    A replay of the Oboshie commercial incident.

    Hahaha, I get it now.
    He thought I was gonna get down and play fowl.
    Men.

    AA
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  4. Predators have no boundaries...

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