Infinite Echoes

Your eyes meet.
She seems to know you.
Without words, she follows you leaving the bar.
Her hand touches your shoulder.
You turn, and duck into a doorway.
On her knees she sucks you.
You lift and spin her around, thrusting into her...so deep.
She moans.
You pump...harder.
Voices echo off the brick.
Her squeals match your groans.
So deep within her...you come.
She straightens her skirt, buttons your pants...one kiss.
You turn, leaving alone.
Filled with your seed, she walks away.
Streetlights shine just right.
You see it...

              ...A single drip down her thigh.

©3/21/2003 Cris Lost