Short Tale 5

He liked black,

Maybe an evening meant more than salmon and cogniac…

He heard her while he cut himself from work some slack,

After all he liked “black”…

 

She loved red,

Her breakfast every morning was a whole wheat slice of bread,

Yet the word “love” she seemed to dread,

By his intellect her heart seemed to beat, said her sorrowful “head”,

Girl ” take it slow”, keep your pace in stead,

Or else it could end in a night of fiery passion in bed,

While the longevity of romance was “dead”!!!!

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2 thoughts on “Short Tale 5

  1. really… am starting to fall in love with these short tales… each have their own meaning… every one of them is different, yet at some base level, they are heading in same direction…

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