When I first saw her arriving at the San Francisco gate,
I thought she was a pretty chinese girl
I was hosting for 3 weeks
with whom things might just happen
but even if they didn't
my Life was heading somewhere
or so I was believing
so she mattered not so much.
I'd bought a reluctant ticket
after months of I-don't-know's.
Because I made a promise
I wished I could costlessly close.
But the ticket was costly and still,
I flew her so we could meet,
pretty and dreamy
sassy and smart,
sweet and caring,
I thought we could hit it off,
in one or two levels, perhaps in some more,
perhaps even more than I had gone to before.
Pretty, chinese, a little too clingy
the first time I pursued a cyber-kiss-thingy,
she began making plans for our so-lovely future,
but she was too out-there, too fiery, too intense,
It did not feel right with our level of romance,
a month or so chatting and nothing besides,
she was only a maybe-could-later-become-kind-of-a-plan.
Still, 18 months later, there I was at the airport gate,
she looked tired and jet-lagged and her cheeks a bit wide,
Not exactly the cute princess I had in my mind,
but the same sassy mind who I chatted with long times.
Long ago, far away, too much to remember correctly.
Too much time to recall the dear memories I grew with her,
18 months before.
A half-felt hug, a bottle of water, a few awkward lines later,
she was criticizing the hole in my pants
and the way I thanked the BART lady.
Slightly slighted but still on good terms,
I looked at the girl who had flown across the world on my money,
and still poked fun at me.
A train ride, a few blocks walk, me trying to introduce her
to the new United States,
we got back home, I showed her the room,
and asked her to choose her bed.
She gave me some gifts,
a woven box with a fancy seal with a special hole inside,
made just to fit a painted ceramic pot
that held a bag of green tea.
That was the first one.
Then she gave me even more kinds of tea,
in little metal round boxes.
And more things.
From China.
A little tension between us
formed from silence and novelty.
Though tired, she was still quite pretty,
and I invited her to watch a Big Bang Theory episode,
because I liked it,
and because it came up in our conversation,
and because Leonard gets to have sex in episode five.
So I put it on,
and I could barely believe
how comfortably she rested on my shoulder to watch it
as we sat side-to-side on my mattress.
Our pheromones spurred us,
our hormones raced,
I casually slid my hand casually on her skin,
she did something similar back.
She pressed my skin or got closer to me,
I did something else to her.
Beat by beat we got closer,
beat by beat I dared to look away from the episode,
and onto her,
her cute watching eyes,
no smile, no frown, but just like she said…
just real, true, darn sweet cuteness.
I dared, I dared, I dared,
I put my lips to her head,
and popped a softest kiss on the top.
She hugged me closer and I saw the green light,
so I kissed her again and again.
A few kisses later she was kissing me too,
and I pushed the laptop away.
and we pushed our bodies closer,
and we pulled our clothes asunder,
and we soon were like two pink monkeys.
And she still had that cute smile
Seemingly innocent
yet playfully sexual
and I knew I had found something special.
Three weeks later we had gone thhrough much
we loved, we soaked in the bliss,
I stood my ground, she hurt,
I let her cool down, she bettered,
we loved again, we were happy,
she went to school, she asked me for breakfast,
I shunned the role of servitude and she hurt again.
The next few days we loved again,
and she loved me back so much,
with breakfast, kisses, and banana/egg sandwiches,
she gave me more than I imagined she would,
and made me feel loved
though also obligated to love her back.
And so I did not.
I thought she was a pretty chinese girl
I was hosting for 3 weeks
with whom things might just happen
but even if they didn't
my Life was heading somewhere
or so I was believing
so she mattered not so much.
I'd bought a reluctant ticket
after months of I-don't-know's.
Because I made a promise
I wished I could costlessly close.
But the ticket was costly and still,
I flew her so we could meet,
pretty and dreamy
sassy and smart,
sweet and caring,
I thought we could hit it off,
in one or two levels, perhaps in some more,
perhaps even more than I had gone to before.
Pretty, chinese, a little too clingy
the first time I pursued a cyber-kiss-thingy,
she began making plans for our so-lovely future,
but she was too out-there, too fiery, too intense,
It did not feel right with our level of romance,
a month or so chatting and nothing besides,
she was only a maybe-could-later-become-kind-of-a-plan.
Still, 18 months later, there I was at the airport gate,
she looked tired and jet-lagged and her cheeks a bit wide,
Not exactly the cute princess I had in my mind,
but the same sassy mind who I chatted with long times.
Long ago, far away, too much to remember correctly.
Too much time to recall the dear memories I grew with her,
18 months before.
A half-felt hug, a bottle of water, a few awkward lines later,
she was criticizing the hole in my pants
and the way I thanked the BART lady.
Slightly slighted but still on good terms,
I looked at the girl who had flown across the world on my money,
and still poked fun at me.
A train ride, a few blocks walk, me trying to introduce her
to the new United States,
we got back home, I showed her the room,
and asked her to choose her bed.
She gave me some gifts,
a woven box with a fancy seal with a special hole inside,
made just to fit a painted ceramic pot
that held a bag of green tea.
That was the first one.
Then she gave me even more kinds of tea,
in little metal round boxes.
And more things.
From China.
A little tension between us
formed from silence and novelty.
Though tired, she was still quite pretty,
and I invited her to watch a Big Bang Theory episode,
because I liked it,
and because it came up in our conversation,
and because Leonard gets to have sex in episode five.
So I put it on,
and I could barely believe
how comfortably she rested on my shoulder to watch it
as we sat side-to-side on my mattress.
Our pheromones spurred us,
our hormones raced,
I casually slid my hand casually on her skin,
she did something similar back.
She pressed my skin or got closer to me,
I did something else to her.
Beat by beat we got closer,
beat by beat I dared to look away from the episode,
and onto her,
her cute watching eyes,
no smile, no frown, but just like she said…
just real, true, darn sweet cuteness.
I dared, I dared, I dared,
I put my lips to her head,
and popped a softest kiss on the top.
She hugged me closer and I saw the green light,
so I kissed her again and again.
A few kisses later she was kissing me too,
and I pushed the laptop away.
and we pushed our bodies closer,
and we pulled our clothes asunder,
and we soon were like two pink monkeys.
And she still had that cute smile
Seemingly innocent
yet playfully sexual
and I knew I had found something special.
Three weeks later we had gone thhrough much
we loved, we soaked in the bliss,
I stood my ground, she hurt,
I let her cool down, she bettered,
we loved again, we were happy,
she went to school, she asked me for breakfast,
I shunned the role of servitude and she hurt again.
The next few days we loved again,
and she loved me back so much,
with breakfast, kisses, and banana/egg sandwiches,
she gave me more than I imagined she would,
and made me feel loved
though also obligated to love her back.
And so I did not.
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