WRITINGS

She Had the Face of An Angel, But

the Body of a Demon

"I want to buy you a drink"

"No. No Thanks. OK."

"Come dance with me."

"I shouldn't... well..."

"Is my hand alright here?"

"higher."

"The night won't be over until you come with me"

"I guess."

"I love you, marry me."

I thought I could at least talk

to her

tete a tete.

Music was loud, but

all I heard was the shake of her hips

her legs

her lips

I asked her to take a seat.

She preferred to stand,

so I sat.