The below story is based on a real life incident. Reader discretion advised.
He was looking at me. A glance that conveyed more than concealed. Harmless flirting or a diabolic intention - I wouldn't know. What runs in his head is tough to gauge.. After all even Joey Tribbiani says " when the package is pretty, no one cares whats inside!!"
I look at him, I recognize the lust. I look away, his glance bores a hole in my body! Any other day, I would've swore that I had nothing to do with someone like him. Any other day, I wouldn't let him within 10 yards of me. Any other day, this sensuous fragrance of his, wouldn't be driving me crazy. Any other day....Its too late now. Its TODAY.
He's shattered my defenses. Were they always this weak? Or is it just him making me weak in my knees? Our eyes meet. Is this an invitation? He continues looking at me menacingly. Come into my arms, he tells me. I am helpless. I am begging for help, pleading to be rescued.
I know you want me as much, cut the crap..
I am captivated. I move towards him. STOPPP.. something inside me screeches!! But senses stopped responding since the first time I lay my eyes on him.
Take me in.. he commands!! My eye lids close giving into ecstasy, surrendering to my enemy.
P.S : The above describes an affair between Mr Italian cheese and a health conscious freak, in Little Italy.
Moral : In case of no weight loss, drown your sorrows in CHEESE!
He was looking at me. A glance that conveyed more than concealed. Harmless flirting or a diabolic intention - I wouldn't know. What runs in his head is tough to gauge.. After all even Joey Tribbiani says " when the package is pretty, no one cares whats inside!!"
I look at him, I recognize the lust. I look away, his glance bores a hole in my body! Any other day, I would've swore that I had nothing to do with someone like him. Any other day, I wouldn't let him within 10 yards of me. Any other day, this sensuous fragrance of his, wouldn't be driving me crazy. Any other day....Its too late now. Its TODAY.
He's shattered my defenses. Were they always this weak? Or is it just him making me weak in my knees? Our eyes meet. Is this an invitation? He continues looking at me menacingly. Come into my arms, he tells me. I am helpless. I am begging for help, pleading to be rescued.
I know you want me as much, cut the crap..
I am captivated. I move towards him. STOPPP.. something inside me screeches!! But senses stopped responding since the first time I lay my eyes on him.
Take me in.. he commands!! My eye lids close giving into ecstasy, surrendering to my enemy.
P.S : The above describes an affair between Mr Italian cheese and a health conscious freak, in Little Italy.
Moral : In case of no weight loss, drown your sorrows in CHEESE!
Ha ha.. i wonder wat happened to Mr Cheese.. did he melt in the heat? :P
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