Reservations @ 24 O’Clock

The strongest element of our acquaintanceship, are these reservations… these insecurities and intimidation. The sheer amount of patience or persistence, to even get here in the first place.

I don’t really know you, I just know of you. From the times I had seen you in passing, on campus. A silent fan of your entire ambiance, I managed to speak. A greeting indeed, yet too bleak for remembrance.

I licked my lips said “Hey” it was all I could muster. Stupid fool, too cool for a true approach… I turn around, for a quick glance, I’m still dying to know you. I could ask your homegirl, but she wants to be you. See she plots to usurp the attention, I render.

Ever met someone first? And then met their friends next? And then wish circumstances, were switched? Well I have and I do, not ashamed to admit, that I wish you were the one that I knew.

Your natural twists, flourish through my abyss of desire and tangle my soul. I have wished to be words, far more than a kiss just to float over your tongue and soft, lovely lips.

To be considered, at least, a contender for sheets, you would share with another instead. Pillow talk til morning, then embark on our journeys, we’ll do it again the next night.

I hope that you’ll read this and know that it’s you. The reservations I have, are suited much better as dinner for two.

Inspired by Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Reservations

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2 thoughts on “Reservations @ 24 O’Clock

  1. Heeeey lovely! This, like all of your writing is very descriptive. I always feel as if I can see the scene unfolding. Anywho, something else weird is I was just thinking about seeking out your blog, when I noticed you’d read one of mine. The universe is such a connected place.

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