Destiny: personal profile #26103

[Navigator pt. V]

Atlantis, Atlantis. Somewhere on that rock, she lived...

Her name was Destiny.
22 years of lips and legs, and she to make a man of me at 21
Destiny
It rolls off the tongue.
Destiny was everything my mom had told me to watch out for,
but in my 2nd decade on this green Earth, I'd learned to spot a good
thing when it walked by me. I've had plenty of experience
flirting with disaster. But a man of distance is a man of distance until
paths cross and distance is then measured again with rulers and not maps.

Fuck the birds and fuck the bees... Fuck me.. "fuck me!"
She says "here... now"
Kitchen?
Morning?
Before I had time to laugh at the hilarity of this circumstance,
my pants were at my ankles, and my ass was soaking in dishes of poridge and last nights dinner.
"wait" i say.
"No! Faster!"
You can't argue with a girl who knows what she wants,
and damned if i were going to be the one to dissapoint that pretty face.

Now again, for the first time since our day together we were face to face.
The reason i'd gone to sea. I'd left atlantis for seclusion.
This was a ball to end all, i'd be sure of it.
I was looking good, the man in the hat had fixed me up nicely.
But she was looking better.
Legs for days, boots to the knees and a cut red dress leaving leaving nothing to my imagination.
[my imagination would, however, ignore that. my imagination devoured my thoughts]
To touch and be touched, to breathe and feel her breath.
It wasn't the reunion that had my heart pounding, no, i had no intentions to end the night with her this time
This was the opportunity for my great escape.
H is for heavy explosives, and
D is for destroy.

the only letters in my alphabet were the only reason i'd been led here to begin with.
The man in the dark hat, it turns out, did have big plans for me.
The man in the dark hat, had big plans for all of us.
Vengence is a sonuvabitch when theres a payroll behind it.