On a warm summer morning
She walks in
Like a breathe of fresh mint
Blowing in my face
And I look at her
With my eyes closed
Trying to fathom
What hit me
And to catch that feel
Of what it was
To be truly touched
By an angel
Her body frail
Her hands soft and tender
Almost baby like
And a bit of sweat turns on her forehead
I walk over and ask
What is that ails her
She turns to me
Her eyes reddened
She turns to her wallet
Grabs a spray out of it
Sprays it all over my face
And I,
I learn a lesson
Curiosity may not have killed the cat
But it almost killed me
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