‘What are you doing? Here in my bed.’ She said.
He turned around and smiled.
‘Don’t you remember?’ He said.
She shook her head & chased him out.
That blue eyed, black haired devil laughed
Threw on his pants – dressed slowly & proudly.
And she said; ‘Who are you? What happened last night?’
‘How’d you end up in my bed?’ She said.
He ignored her and left & felt no dread.
She slammed the door shut.
And felt nothing but dread.