So far I have finished two lesson plans and my sestina!
His coffee colored eyes found her dancing, the moment he walked in.
She was Hell on high heels, her saccharine smile parallel to sweet tea
With corn silk blonde hair twinning about that smiling, spinning head
In a heartbeat, he knew her. It all came back into him, she was his ace.
The tall man exclaimed with a loud yelp, “Oh good Lord… Fuck me!”
While his reaction was passionate fire, hers was cold as Winter’s ice.
The country song that came on the juke box next is the ladies’ choice
Had she forgotten the past, did she remember as she asked him to join?
By the dance floor, a sexy scent surrounded him, set his senses aflame
She wore tight blue denim that showed off her little waist, fine booty,
And long legs. Her shirt buttoned under the bust, he knew the surface
Of skin on her back held a tattoo, vicious snaked called a copperhead.
With the cold in her eyes and passion in her hips, he was a blockhead.
Of course she recalled their violent past, but this dance was her choice.
Her body was lithe in its movement, southern twang mixed with grace.
The reactions were the same, bodies close; what did she wish to attain?
Desire filtered in his mind, as their eyes met; the gaze fueled up acidity
On her side. He was reminiscent of the first time she came to his home.
They danced and listened to the lyrics, whether or not they did rhyme.
He felt that sweet connection rise and he thought about getting ahead.
That’s when his eyes landed on the ring, she’d always had an affinity
For things that sparkled. He’d never done that, with all his cowardice,
Proposed to her, but he wished he did. Goosebumps covered his skin
While he bolted, pink colors sparking to life on the cheeks of his face
At the bar, he ordered a tall and stiff drink, downing it with a grimace
He felt her gaze on him, as the bridal party chatter, bringing his blame
To the forefront of his mind, as he tried to disperse his thoughts of sin
With each passing whiskey on the rocks, he desperately tried to shed
However, the man who sat lonely on his stool would have to suffice
With the painful memories of his ignorance, arrogance, and stupidity
He thought what he had done to her was a complete and utter calamity
With a blink of an eye he’d given her up, for a girl who only wore lace
Disappearing from the apartment without a timely two week’s notice
He felt sickened with his moronic acts, feeling absolutely loathsome
With one more drink and the sensation of swearing like a bonehead
He picked himself up and let himself out, for it had all been in vain
Here it is. Enjoy, I am going to sell clothes and do more homework. Ugh….