DelilahA Story by PearlieThe greatest feeling known to man...
Drink in hand I wait at near the bar. I have the perfect view of the room and the door. Chatter floods the room and I breath in second hand smoke. Slow music plays in the background, echoing out of the stereo set, and I listen. I listen to every beat and every chord waiting. Just waiting. For her. Delilah.
Suddenly, a door creaks and heels clack. I hear every movement and see every detail of her. Delilah When she walks into the room... my hearts stops. My head spins, my body shakes, my palms sweat, my limbs stiffen and my lip quivers. When she walks into the room... it kills me. It is the best feeling known to man. She walks slowly, and eyes follow her as she walks in my direction. Eyes eagerly stare at her fine figure and fierce attitude. She walks... left foot, right foot... she sways her hips as she walks across the room. She looks at me. Not just 'looks at me' but LOOKED at ME and our EYES met. Delilah. Closer and closer... left foot, right foot... her rich brown curls bounce with every step, and her blue eyes glow with delight. Oh Delilah, Delilah. You looked right at me... our eyes met. You came close and you LOOKED at ME... Delilah... You kept walking. You attention quickly averts from me to him. HIM. He who stands tall and proud, he a man with power and confidence... something I do not retain. Delilah. Why must you love someone else? The thought sickens me, it depresses me, it kills me. I want to rip out my eyes when I see him hold you, stuff my ears with acid when I hear you tell him you LOVE him and I want to blow out my brains at the thought... the thought... of you in bed with him. Delilah. I love you. It hurts. It aches. It kills. And yet, it is the best feeling known to man. I came to see you. You came to be with him. Delilah. © 2012 PearlieAuthor's Note
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