The disconnect started about a month ago,
The rage of endless arguments,
Cold dreamless nights on the couch,
She knew that something or someone had a hold on me,
And she was right,
I didn't have the courage to admit it,
At least not yet...
She laid eyes on me in an instant I knew she was the one,
Our eyes met at a nearby Starbucks,
She ordered a gingerbread oat milk chai,
I've never heard of this before, so I figured I'd walk up to her and ask her opinion on the tea,
As I got closer to her I could smell her expensive perfume,
A melody of cinnamon and flowers,
She smiled and explained her reason for committing to chai,
It was because it had less caffeine than a regular coffee,
I only remembered this because I remember the shade of red she was wearing on her lips,
Blood burgundy with a hint of mocha,
I held out my hand and asked for her name,
She said, Melody.
I immediately began to blush when I noticed I couldn't take my eyes off her smile,
It was innocent and sweet,
Like gingerbread chai,
She expressed how she was running late and had to be somewhere,
I stumbled for words at first and then I mumbled, let me walk you,
Is this place close by?
She nodded in agreeance,
I was shocked that she even said yes,
But there was no turning back now,
I held the door open for her as we walked out together,
So, Melody what is it you do for work? I asked,
She told me she was in sales,
Witch was kind of sketchy because it was about eleven thirty when she said that she was running late,
She asked me what I did for work, and I told her that I was a writer,
Ahh so you have the ability to describe me in three words? She asked.
I laughed and stated, why yes, yes I can,
Okay then shoot, let's see what you have,
As we had come to a stop she stood there smirking waiting for my answer,
All I could think about was how the sun shined through her dark brown hair,
How her eyes twinkled with excitement,
How calmly her chest moved between breaths,
Quickly avoiding the question, I asked her, Are we here?
It appeared we had stopped on a block small enough to be an alley,
All the houses were built with red brick,
And the mail man was way too nice,
Melody opened up a black gate about half of our size,
And asked, well are you coming in?
My glasses fogged up and I loosened up my tie,
I took a deep breath and followed behind her,
Every step I thought to myself,
What the fuck am I doing here,
One foot behind the other,
Down a few steps then along a long red hallway,
She grabbed me by the hand and asked if I trusted her,
A very mild question to ask a stranger,
I couldn't speak I just followed the melody of her voice,
She sat me down in a small box like room,
The walls where black and it smelled like smoke,
The chair was wooden and warm,
She placed her lips close to my ear and said, relax I'll be right back,
Once the door closed, I could still hear her heels walking around against the cold tiled floor,
My heart began to race, and my pits began to sweat,
Before I could call out her name a light appeared behind a glass,
I turned the chair around to face the clear glass front and center,
I placed my face up against the glass and yelled, Melody!?
The lights began to flash quickly on and off like I was in a scary movie,
Melody appeared behind the glass wearing nothing but the suit God had given her,
Her nipples big and brown bouncing from left to right,
Her stomach flat with a slight pudge,
Her thighs thick and dripping with shea butter,
Moving with the blinking lights almost like she was floating and gliding to the music,
This sweet and innocent appearing woman had a dark side,
A dark side that sent chills crawling up my spine,
A dark side that had me spend every afternoon for the next thirty days at her special peep show,
Her eyes still glistened under the blinking lights,
Her lipstick stayed the same shade of blood orange with a hint of mocha,
And her breath smelled like gingerbread oat milk chai.
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