A story about Isis
She walks in the door; all eyes look at her, red hair, easy smile, tight jeans, and leather jacket. What can be said about her that has not been said before, nothing, we all know her as the great looking woman from Oshkosh, Isis. I order the first round, she has the Rolling Rock, I have a Guinness, it goes down well, I’m starting to relax, this woman, is near me, I need the drink to slow my heart. Her hair smells of spice, and a faint smell of smoke, she smells great, I stroke her back, caress her skin. We talk, speaking of common experiences. She is a delight, smart, witty and clever. We go for another round, she buys, we share the shot, it taste like sex. I kiss her lips, brushing my lips across hers. We go for a ride, I only have one real rule, seat belt must be worn. What happens after that is a dream, and over to soon. I take her back to her car, and we part ways. I hope to meet this woman again. Lets get lost together sometime. ;)
