Devil Girl Diaries 4 – (Subway Madness)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

 

weeks after the Pandora episode

I found a message upon my desk

the card contained her sweet scent

her note mentioned a time and place

it contained simple instructions                                       

watch, follow,  you don’t know me

 I don’t know you

the rules seemed simple enough                                           

hours later I stood in the crowded train station                                             

she was nowhere to be found                                                                       

a slight parting of the mob                                                                 

revealed my darling angel                                                                                           

 my heart jack hammered against my ribs               

she wore a sheer white blouse                                                                       

that revealed her bra silhouette                                                               

a short beige skater skirt                                                                             

beige high heels that looked well standing up

and just as sweet  in the air                                                          

reaching for the stars  

knowing Allie, panties were optional                                                          

the men around her stole discreet glances

what a silly game she played                                                                                 

a subway slowly pulled into the station                                                                

bringing a slight breeze with it

my throat went desert dry                                        

her fluttering skirt defied gravity                                                  

revealing her perverted plans and more                         

what are you doing Devil Girl

To be continued next Saturday

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88 thoughts on “Devil Girl Diaries 4 – (Subway Madness)

  1. Although your writing is creative and filled with passion (as well as other emotions,) I have encountered this type of scene countless times originally living in NY. Those living outside NY that may choose to visit would be amazed by the self restrain most New Yorker’s display.
    Your nail biting, page turner approach to this epic leaves your readers wanting more. This is the sign of excellence. Well done.

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  2. Good evening my friend. I find myself unable to resist commenting on your posts! Did you have contact with Allie in those weeks since the Pandora encounter? Or was this the first time? Isn’t scent such a powerful draw? Her scent on the note… They say the sense of smell is our most primitive. I find certain scents positively intoxicating. Waiting for next week!

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    • Meg you make me laugh. When that Pandora encounter occurred I was uncomfortable with Allie for weeks. It just isn’t my thing. We were together for less than 9 months and at that stage we should concentrate on us not bringing in a third party. Now, I realize how stupid I was to agree to everything. But I am a man. With that I said it all, huh? Maybe I should do a post, The Top Ten Stupid Things Men Do When They Are In Love. Yes, scent is the strongest of all. Coco Chanel makes me melt like butter. Meg, thanks so much for stopping by. I am actually trying to formulate this into novel form. First draft of the early chapters are complete. Have a wonderful evening.

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  3. You are a poet. I want to tattoo this onto my arm “[She] detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary.” and this on my back “She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain”. I wont- but I want to.

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