I considered my sixth grade English class and Poe’s light-footed night stalker.But I was not on a murderous search for The Tell Tale Heart — I was a libido-driven, fuzz-stached pre-teen in search of late-night cable boobs.And in the process, press upon ingrained religious and physical boundaries.
A double-looped, olive scarf and a single chestnut braid contrast her blue eyes, dilated juniper berries that have been expertly framed. Although her allure lay somewhere beyond my league, she, the graceful cheerleading captain, and I, the mop-headed metal drummer, found an immediate Eros — one that remains clothed and censored by burgeoning, Christian morals.
Now, we drive as college mates, best friends and eager lovers.
I would spend a half-hour viewing "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe," trying to will the gold-plated bra off of Teela: the long-legged, red-haired Captain of the Royal Guard.
I would change the channel to "The Cosby Show" and feel palpable tension between myself and Denise Huxtable, portrayed by the tempting Lisa Bonet.
I had seen protruding abdominals like his before on the glistening, blue body of Captain Planet.