Not Even The Moonlight

Sharrard Bowesman

You got the house all to yourself this weekend. It's Friday night, your high school's football team finally beat "those damn Hornets" from across town. The party was so cool, you got to dance with Mary. You even convinced her to come home with you. Now you both have finished your beers, and you catch the moonlight in her blue eyes. What do you say?
You want to play some pong?
Do you want to come up to my room?
Your eyes are so beautiful in the moon light.