street

2008-03-16T13:56:10+00:00

the dark yawning street. vibrating under the bellies of pornstars. the intense green neon vulva. water runs in urine streams down the walk, dividing and combining around the legs of this or that cafe table. figures work through the cracks. the bodies speak here. they make my cock vibrate with anticipation. the lycra press of soft skin flesh perfumed by the sun. a woman sits there leaned forward from the hip as she fills out the application for a shit cafe job. her tight black hiphuggers ride down and the smooth butter small of the back smiles through. the tan is in the form left by the thong. the Y of white, pale dough made instense by tight tanned buttocks showing to either side of the letter's shaft. pinned me to the wall; crept into my wanderers insouciance. i cannot just stand there watching. the movement of the flesh is fixing to overtake the controls left on autopilot. but the flame. the little blue prick of flame. the pilot light. should never go out. yes and no. one would like sometimes. a friend of mine though of extinguishing and did, so he thought. felt at one; felt desireless. put in harm's way he was indefatigable. and then it happened: cacophony or sexual steel ribbons snapping. from cold to hot to cold too many time without allowing for expansion space. his mettle had become brittle through no fault of his own. strong gent. powerful. twas larger than himself. the crescent navel; the crescent earl the crescent hip, the crescent lip; the crescent mouth; the crescent: such a comely shape, a form which must be met and completed. the two halves of lovers' pendant broken in half to be rejoined. a david matthews melody. no matter how modestly done, a man will always noticed the flash of thigh, the patchwork of crotch between legs realigning. A neckline showing a pink bud for a nano, dare not guess how many have feasted upon it. the curve of the back the arch of the form, the bending from the hip; the discontent when bent from the knees or even the back. or i notice at least. where may the velvety pink tip touch? the eye is more vigorous and less forgiving and so much harder and lively. my eyes stroke feverishly given the time and privacy; i don't take being caught very well. the young australian woman can in to the drom room. she was blond and her form was smooth and white. her breasts small but full but it was her hips I adored. The way her hips and buttocks moved in skirts, moved in loose pants. the way her pelvis tilted in jeans like she was always bending and arching back straight. she entered the room and I watcher her move to the bed. dorm room. tanktop and loose elasticized pants. she deftly removed her bra from under her shirt. laid down in bed, placing her legs under covers before she removed her pants and replaced them with sweats. She then turned towards the wall and as the lights from the street outside kept the room in dark shades of gray, she pulled off her tanktop and allowed the night to play across her shoulders and back. she stayed like that for a moment and then slipped on the PJ top and buttoned and laid down and fell to sleep. By far, that moment, even without seeing more than her back, was the most erotic and delicious moment that I can remember.

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