Divine

A altered version of a moment I had

Short story about Divine: by Demetri Pamplin
As I stared at the ceiling In my twin size
Dashing a cigarets ash on the floor
Both my heart & mind raced faster than ever before
I had just finished laying with the fairest woman in providence
Her name was divine
& trust me she was truly that times the number after nine
Her Body looked like the lords greatest design
Sitting on my beds edge sipping aged red wine
Why I asked her
In a voice smooth & tender
Why what she answered
Why me I replied
She gently rest her glass to the side
Then reclined her head to rest under mines
What's on your mind she whispered 
in a tone that made my ear drums almost liquidize
I asked her out of all the wealthy, handsome, intelligent guys
Why is it me, a broke street artist you chose to ride
Silent she went for a while
As the widows to her soul began to shine along with her smile
Then out of the blue she burst out giggling like a child
What's so funny I asked her
But she ignored my question
As her giggling grew into laughter 
This began to filled me anger
Because My curiosity had me eager for a answer
Answer me now I demanded her
She raised her head off my chest to return to her wine
Then said three words that will stay with me until the end of time
It's your nature, she uttered, after finishing what was left in the glass
Then she closed her eyes & rest her head back on my chest
& said once again those three words that meant the world to me
this time adding your wild on the end 
THE END