Playing Straight with The Queen

If you have a question, does it mean you are growing? Maybe she could ask him, wouldn't that be easy? Too convenient. Too right. There is a game here, a vacant touch and a game in the picture. It won't be going anywhere but nobody is in a hurry. We got all day, all night.

I liked it slow anyway

Gives you a feeling that there is more that you don't know and a little more reason to live. Biting a few bullets, indulging in a few more wrongs. You do want to be wise enough for your grandchildren and your nieces and nephews. You always wanted the best party joke, funniest anecdote.

What good is being right all the time, anyway.

Erratic and exotic, dressed wrongly with the wrong attitude, built wrong, talking wrong, that's how she is. Cracked in the wrong places, broken and open, angry and lethargic - charging full speed into bullshit and dying quickly to live fast. Built to perfection, dumb devotion, fetishes and bad jokes, that's his game. Nothing serious, a lot of dark things. Too scared to look inside so point a finger into the vast outside. Always picking things out that look too wrong to fit him but slide down him well, anyway.

This wouldn't be a love story because there isn't lust or love, just a curiosity. A need for assurance, that we are on the right track, not turning or moving back. Keeping it Straight.

Who cares? If he is hard to resist, why should she hold back, anyway.

There is a touch here, a smile there. A moment always and a determination to keep playing. Being wrong, asking questions, fighting dirty.

She is a nerd getting down and dirty, if you know what I mean. He is a queen with curiosity. If this isn't a high-flying novella, then baby, I don't what is.