She Didn’t Stink

I was just playing my guitar down at the Run and Tell Drive In when I saw her.

She came on softly. 

I’m not sure what “came on” means, but she did it softly. 

She looked silky, although “silky” really isn’t a descriptive word for a woman. 

And she smelled like a baby, which in itself could be a problem, because babies can smell really crappy and like sour milk, but she smelled like the good, clean babies.  Somehow, the thought of that being a turn-on doesn’t make me look really good…but um, anyway, I played my guitar and she was there softly. 

Really, that’s all there was to it officer.  Can I make a phone call?

Forgive the skipped day.  Between mom, Clynt, surgery and a migraine, life got in the way.