Lyrics－抒情诗

前几天啃完的文，可能并不是很出名的那种，但是我看了蛮喜欢，于是手痒了翻来玩玩。

Warning: POV. slash.

Summary of what's previous :

Not having had a girlfriend even for once from my high school days to university days, I was always an unimpressive person who you can find on streets every day, ordinary and unambitious. But all of these ended after my encountering the president of a financially powerful enterprise. His elegance, his detachment and the brightness of his eyes, under the mantle of that beautiful night, were all magnet for me that I found myself almost fascinated at the first sight of him.

I started to be ambitious, eager to be more brilliant, brilliant enough to approach him, the king who is high up above.

Then again, my not having any girlfriends before didn't mean I wasn't popular with them. Actually, the number of girls who went after me was once considerable but later sharply reduced by my lack of responses. I tended to choose library instead of cinema. Well, you might say that was ambitious, but you might also notice that I was then much more ambitious than before, after which, I graduated from the university and meanwhile was admitted to the MBA course of a well-known institute.

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" What's the matter with you today? You have looked absent minded since entering the conference room."

" Sorry for my negligence."

" Nope, you reported well, though you are the first one who dares to do report without taking anything in hand in the whole corporate history." He remarked in a both mocking and admiring tone. " Seems right to promote you."

I looked down, avoiding his bright eyes, and finally could't help asking," Just why did you promote me then, sir?"

"What do you think it's for?" He wore an inscrutable look, with a smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

I lowered my head, just like a little poor mouse baited under the nose of a cat.

" Is it because you were exausted yesterday that your mind keeps wandering today?" These dexterous fingers slithered into my suit and shirt, his face which always reminded me of the root of evil (pronounce: temptation ) suddenly drawing near, and his beautiful dark eyes absorbed as an unfathomable gulf, screaming mesmerisingly to take me in. My eyes just didn't work, for at that moment, his lips were pressing to mine, his face on mine.