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Mar 03, 2010
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Sitting
bright say
hot like silver
thrown from the sprinkler
"Sit behind the wheel and turn the key"
She slides her denim on the vinyl
bouncing on the luxurious
feeling the weather
tightening slick as a snare
at the skyline
His hands on the leading edge
swinging the weight he's under
her Opening the stainless
blade
and pressing them against the
metal warmth
wait for it.....
She feels the starter through
her heels
feels it singing
on ravensous flywheel teeth
she smiles and her eyes dilate
painted fingers wiggle the power
steering
he tells her he loves the sparks
and she revs the fuel inject
folds the scarred knife and slips
it against his thigh
and walks up to her open door
leaning on the roof
she looks up with the warmest eyes
— Esker, Mar 03, 2010
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Esker
16 years 3 months ago
Thank you for asking
seabhac
16 years 3 months ago
Hi sorry i'm a bit late to this
pleiades
16 years 3 months ago
every act can be a work of