Is She Real?
The walk is stunning and the hair absolutely flawless. The waist and her upper torso are magical beyond any man’s dream. I must pursue this lovely by any means necessary.
We met on a beautiful night by chance. You had just entered the same eating establishment as I and as luck would have it, we enjoyed the same taste in foods.
I sat across the room trying desperately to get your attention, but all attempts failed and you left with the most elegant stride I’ve ever seen on this woman I must know.
My thoughts now at this time were how I could have let you slip away without me making my presence felt. Lost opportunity it seemed, but to my surprise you moved in the same building as I. What luck or for a better word, a most intriguing delight.
Excuse me lovely, but I have two tickets to the Knicks’ game and your presence is required. Oh, you will, thank you Father. The evening went well and to my delight we relaxed back at her cozy dwelling. Music was soft and sweet, just like my lovely.
She enters the room with that sweet and supple attire. Romance became high that night and we enjoyed the most fabulous evening I haven’t experienced in quite a long time.
As the morning approached, I changed position to see and hold my new acquaintance. Kissing her ever so gently on the nap of her neck and stroking her flawless hair. I found myself being aroused again, but wait. What the, what is this sticky substance and this string.
Oh no, there is leakage in the bed and hair everywhere. My date has sprung a leak and there is putty and string all over. Dam to my astonishment, she wasn’t Real.
Moral: Why destroy what God has given you, just to become man-made and live life falsely.
By
Michael A. Bostick
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