madcandygirl

Sweet Echoes Of Mad Candy
2004-01-23 14:45:52 (UTC)

Taxi Ride

“Penn Station, please.”

Warmth of him.

So close.

Sparks.

Hand.

On knee.

Up skirt.

Silence.

Eyes close.

Please...

“We’re here,” he says.

Eyes open.

“Already?”

Sigh.

Whispers into my neck.

Naughty nothings?

“What?”

Sweet somethings?

“Nothing,” he says.

Lips.

Gone.

Through the window.

A look.

Separate.

Tangled.

Complicated.

“La Guardia.”



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