My mind is a crazy place.
So crazy, ideas lurk in the back, in the cracks, in the holes.
There are so many ideas, and so little time to write, to execute my ideas and dreams on paper?
I am free-spirited, and these ideas will be the death of me.
I never finish anything.
Ever.
Well...I did, twice.
I'm jus' saying.
This is an idea, that was driving me crazy, so crazy, I wrote a teaser, to see if anyone liked it.
I'll probably write it for my own selfish reasons of course;
But maybe you other people love Lance Sweets as much as me.
=)
Review and shit.
Your lipsticks stains;
On the front-lobe of my left side brains.
I knew I wouldn't forget you
So, I went and let you blow my mind.
Your sweet moving;
The smell of you in every single dream I dream.
I knew when we collided;
You were the one that I'd decided was one of my kind.
She was beautiful, in the unattainable kind of way.
Her hair was perfect, not a single strand out of place. Her make-up was flawless, her eyes outlined heavily in black kohl. She wore a skintight red dress that showed off the perfect curvature of her body, accentuating her curves, a pair of black stilettos on her feet.
Yes, unattainable.
She had a drink in her hand, a blank look on her face as she stared into space.
Lance Sweets tore his eyes off of her, what was he thinking? What had he been thinking, coming here anyway?
This was a dim bar, packed with over-stimulated frat boys and foolish, drunk girls that were easy to read.
This girl, alone by the bar, wasn't as easy. Her body was relaxed, but her face was blank. He didn't get it.
Get it over with, Sweets.
Lance shook his head, swallowing a bout of nervousness, walking over to the bar. His body brushed against her, and she glanced at him, smirking.
"I was wondering how long you were just going to stare at me," Her voice was soft, seductive.
Lance gulped, losing his train of thought.
This girl would be the death of him.