I lost the battle with my senses
All my blood went downstairs
Her looks flew through my defences
Stricken by her wares
I dropped my jaw and my brain
As well as my glass
And watched as the glassy rain
Was thrown upon the poor lass
I’d made the first move too,
Abandoning all pretence
Shot down by my flu
She ended up in self defence
(Damn that cursed sneeze!!!)
Author notes
I dropped a glass in a club when I went for this stunning blonde girl... she ended up needing stitches... good effort from me...
A contest entry
- sexy sexy fun time by Deathless1.
450 points, ended October 20, 2008, 8 entries
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I sneezed three times yesterday (I also caught three leaves, but that doesn't matter to you). Two of them were fine, but the third was painful.
I'm glad this poem was a sneeze!
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