World War III

His hands ran across the side of her fragile face only to met by her clenched lightning fast grip. Grabbed his hand and tossed it aside like a charge. Her body language spoke of things that kept him up at night, her eyes sang a sadder tune. As he leaned in for the kill, his lips made contact with her cheek and an explosion revealed hundreds of burrowed land mines that prevented him from going in for another peck. Her body was now a stronghold and he just became the invader. She set up her defenses long before he arrived, once he did, the battle was over before he could even defend himself.

September 18, 2005