Being a Red head is what makes her attractive. She had light blue eyes, clear as a class of water he felt himself tasting each time he looked in her eyes. Just a twenty second gulp and he denied himself more. But why did it seem like she looked at him for just a moment more?
Fair skin and New England accent, straight out a history book, a puritan classic. Speaking Greek and Latin she knew all the Roman classics.
This is the type of girl that turns nun for the Roman Catholics.
But something about the girl made him want to rock her world. Like oil through her clear blue water, he would splash. Make a mess of her life that she be would be cleaning for years. She'd only be able clean herself of him with tears.
If only she hadn't of cowered to her black negro fear.
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.