“Your hair is like fire,” he cried.
The towering woman looked down at him and sighed.
“Your skin; like cream,” he smiled. “Please stay.”
The pale redhead turned to walk away.
The bard dashed around to block her;
his gait was loose and he wobbled.
“Your beauty is radiant like…” he fumbled.
“Fire!” his eyes roamed up and down her figure.
“Your body is like a dream.”
She placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed.
Like a little girl; he screamed.
He crashed through the Inn’s stone wall and hushed.
