Saturday, January 7, 2012

Idling


I can hear the rumble through glass, legs covered in black leather, seam-splitting sides. Even in traffic, idling,  that time we almost got caught in the park, the thin skin of my inner thigh burning, your fault.

Small Stone 7

4 comments:

  1. Scary but exhilarating stuff, Elizabeth and by the sound of it once a near miss and not your fault. Is that so? You're not usually one to plead innocence.

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  2. I agree with Elisabeth. It must have been totally NOT your fault.

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  3. as i hear this, the fault is welcomed, fondly remembered, a secret thrill.

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  4. Very, very sensual - and unexpected with your starting image. I like it a lot!

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