Her first mistake was letting herself get too close. She felt the attraction immediately and tried her best to erase him from her mind. His voice echoed in the recesses of her yearning. The stare from his blue eyes branded his gaze into her brain.
She felt his touch as the wind tickled her skin and her cheeks flushed at the memory of his warm hands grazing her arms.
The fire within her slowly burned. The mere thought of his lips on hers would ignite the inferno. Perhaps the first mistake was not finding him sooner. Fate is fickle, indeed.
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Written for the 100 Word Song Challenge over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog – Leeroy reached out to Jen aka @jenkehl aka www.jenkehl.com home of Twisted Mixtape Tuesday and my co-conspirator at www.raisedontheradio.com . She chose the great Lyle Lovett’s Her First mistake for this week’s 100 word song. It comes from the album The Road To Ensenada which won the 1996 Grammy Award for Best Country Album. That means it beat out some tripe from Tim McGraw or Garth Brooks or Brooks and Dunn so I already applaud the choice.
polysyllabic profundities 
Indeed.
It is sad sometimes.
It is sad all the time. : (
Beautiful. Thank you.
hmm.. really beautiful.
Thank you very much.
Fate can change on a whim!
This is great:
“She felt his touch as the wind tickled her skin and her cheeks flushed at the memory of his warm hands grazing her arms.”
Thanks for another stellar 100
Thanks for another great challenge….I love it.