14 de agosto de 2011

Sweetest Tongue

Beware my kids, there's a kind of man that lurks in the dark finding the weakest prey. An specimen that likes hunting and makes it a sport for it to play. He is often found in places where the beats of the music moves your skeleton, where the blinding lights guide you towards a trap like a moth drawn to a light bulb.

There he is leaning on the counter with his finest clothing, a plaid shirt with a straight-leg jeans and a brand new pair of crocodile skin shoes. In his hand he's holding a half empty bottle of beer and one unlit cigarette over his ear. A piercing look on his eyes and a mesmerizing smile that helps with the motif of making a perfect nice impresion to what he considers fresh meat.

Just waiting for his attack, lingering until someone appears to be the perfect candidate. He is known for reading every little detail from the woman he watches. Just by looking into her eyes he can tell how easy or difficult will it be the hunt. Noticing all the imperfections and flaws in her subconscious self, all the weak points and insecurities begin to rise and shine.

I warn you to avoid this kind of men, who can enchant a woman just with talking to her. Knowing by practice how to give the perfect first impression. He will compliment every good thing in you and surely will try to buy you your favorite type of liquor. Soon enough when you find yourself a little bit tipsy he will take you to his place and have sex with you either you want it or not. In the morning you won't wake up with a sweet kiss or a nice breakfast, he will tell you to pick up your shit and get the fuck out.

Beware my kids, because the sweetest tongue always has the sharpest tooth.

R.A.Pastor

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