Since I'm lax for pictures lately, thought I'd post something. :roll: --- Your rhythm was artificial; I could tell by the way the street buzzed in syncopation from the soles of your leather shoes. Though you walked, the sidewalk scenery remained unchanged as hesitation lingered (still smashed from cocaine). You never stopped to notice, the bags under her eyes, or that she possessed an odor so foul that she'd never been loved. Instead you saw her beauty, (it was more an opportunity) and sat with her on her stairs. You even took her hand, like she was your soulmate for the time being, and looked through the smog, beyond your gutter to a distant hope. For once you let her believe in angels. Your hand crept up her back; "Relax." You told her as you whispered down her chest, promises that you'd offend her. --- I was just messing around the other day, thought I might as well do something with it.
