Don't tease me, silly girl. I know how you roll, all roley poley-like. Forget those tricks I don't want anything to do with them. I want to get straight to business, so why don't you give me a smooch and see where it takes you? Oh, come on, it's just one little peck. It's nothing to write home about. Speaking of homes, want to head back to my place? Your place? Any place? We can drink coffee. Tea. Share our feelings... Talk about books we've read? I don't know what you are in to, but I want to know. I want to know everything about you; your name, your number, your favorite dessert topping. Give me a taste. A smell? A brief but descriptive analysis? Show me what you're working with. Are you working? I want to see you work it. I'm asking nicely, aren't I? Please. Do you want me to beg? I'm begging. What more can I do? I'll do it all, anything, everything. Just give me the word. A word. A letter. A noise... Just sit there quietly? Don't move if you love me. Oh my, do you really? Do you really love me? I knew this could work out. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were the clam to my chowder, the glow to my stick, the rock to my.... Oh.... Oh no.... You're a rock. You sit so still because you are a rock, a beautifully birdy-shaped rock with such smooth surfaces and distinct shapeliness. You sit perfectly still, but you sit still because you will always love me, right? I knew it. I knew I loved you and you loved me. I am going to kiss you now. Is it okay if I kiss you now?
At first I kissed her as softly as a single snowflake landing on a freckled cheek, but as the embrace continued so did my affection, excitement and arousal. Our first loving contact became our last as she rocked and rolled down the steep bank and into the flowing stream.
Goodbye, my sweet princess. I will forever remember our time together. Or not. I forgot to press record on my hidden webcam.
