Teen Scribblers

She was tall.  That was all he saw when I first peeked at her. She was tall. I liked tall girls, being tall myself. At 6'2 with a body like mine, most girls made me feel like a pedophile (I know you're thinking I'm buff and ripped... YoU aRe WrOnG). Being fat and tall had it's advantages but not with slim and short girls, they mostly looked like children to me. This one though, was very tall, nothing less than 5'9 by my estimate. Them long legs captured my eyes and I followed them all the way to the top of her head only stopping to do justice to the ample backside she presented to me. 'Damn!' I thought to myself, 'she packing some real ammo right there'. So i stood up and walked towards her. The restaurant I'd come to take my evening meal was almost empty. Nobody eats this early in the evening, apart from me and apparently this lovely lady. She turns around just as I got behind her and in her shock thinking was going to harm her or so...

A WOMAN Is not merely a word of appellation It's a resounding source of hope The one you look back at always Knowing that there's a light A shield Though fragile She could be fearless enough Fearless to feed wounded soldiers Her strength is regenerated every second As powerful as an elephant Mere ants kill them Same way she has her flaws You may be her weakness Try to understand it's a privilege Your presence in the world is a great blessing to me Same as to the World Thanks for being A WOMAN I love and cherish you Thanks again❤️ ~Eustachio