This weeks words –
Halo, Susurrus (a soft murmuring), Deep, Bijou (something small, delicate, and exquisitely wrought, a jewel) Helical (spiral, having the form of a helix), Chasm, Orchid, Fall, Etch Copper, Root, Effable (expressible)
I should have known better when she asked if I would look at her etchings. Then again I know I am not the sharpest pencil in the box, it has been said on more than one occasion that I am at times a sandwich short of a picnic.
But as I crave attention and have the burning desire to please any woman who looks my way I fell for her bijouesque ways, her petite beauty, her eyes which fluttered only the once and left me spellbound and panting like a puppy.
So with tongue hanging out anticipating action of a kind that would leave me gloriously enamoured of her I followed her to her apartment.
It was that very decision that sent my life into a helical pattern from which I was never to recover. You could say that the chasm into which I fell was all of my own doing. And it was. I was blinded of all common sense.
I was unable to see that the susurrus tone of her voice was like that of a mythical siren. She whispered my name and I became putty in her hands.
Into her apartment I traipsed drooling almost, drawn by the soft dulcet tones of her deep rich vocals which when I thought about it after were simply effable in nature. That I thought was an accurate way of describing her voice, the effableness left you hungry for more, like you were as attracted to her voice as you were to her sumptuous physical beauty which surrounded you halo like and left you with your tongue hanging out longing for more.
I am sure this is what she wanted, to lure me in, have her way with me, feed me the root of some supposed plant with aphrodisiac qualities, lead me on to think there was more to this game than was really true.
I am sure what contributed to my fall was my attempt at seduction, I think in hindsight appearing out of the bathroom with an orchid between my teeth and making rather odd grunting sounds did little to enhance the moment. She looked at me in puzzled amazement before flashing her coppers badge and threatening me with immediate arrest if I didn’t high tail it out of there that very instant.
So now I am sitting in my kitchen wondering where it was I went wrong. As it is I didn’t get to see her etchings, the orchid I am ashamed to say I extracted from my rear orifice some time later and all thoughts of her being bijouesque were immediately expunged from my memory, helped in part by the sight of her service pistol in my face as I made a hasty helical descent from her life.
I had to admit to myself that women and I could so easily be
efficably explained – crap!