...there's Wayne, trapped in his own little world
I saw this girl in a crowded room once. She was what my eyes craved for years. Step by step, unnoticed by her, I was making my way to her. I felt the electricity beaming from her as she spoke to others. I watched as her hair cascading beautifully over her swimmer-like shoulders. I had to contain that overwhelming feeling to lurch at her and bellow out much I need to slam myself in to her welcoming heat. Nudging a bit closer, oh god, her voice was angelic, soft, sweet and sexy. Finally, pushing my way to her...the eyes ... they could melt concrete, warm the coldest of hearts. With my chest heavy and my body floating where I stood, she gazed into my eyes. Her stare enveloped me...I mumble whatever came to my mind. Her lips, full and moist were parting ... my body leaned in, anticipating her breath ... she leaned to me and she spoke to me, "do you want fries with that, sir?" ... I took my whopper away and I haven't seen that polyester princess since.