a snipet...

the many that surround your day and peer into the night of you...you collect them like stray bottles from the sea of attention you walk in

giggles as you walk by, dragging your nails upon the wooden door of my mind...a reverberating passing...hardly a blip in your stride...yet an endless echo...as you pounce upon the entirety of your day...spiking your will, scoring upon soul after soul...striking with simply a glance...and wit...and a little flesh

the whimpering cries are pathetic at your site...especially mine...shameful...and thus kept at a distant quiet behind muffled lust...a deep beneath

that slim waist winking above guiding legs and your will moving it swiftly...flesh coming along for the ride...such a surge to those eyes distant upon you...as speed like a slap in the face, leaves glimpses blotched upon the grey matter brief seconds attached themselves to

there's never enough of that sight...that air taking view of what is casual to you...and taunting to me...to the 'us' of 'them'...'please may i see more'...i whisper indulgently to myself, shut down into the darkness of fading last images...rejuvinating themselves with active thoughts morphing into auto-erotica.