i spot you through a window while perusing the streets of chinatown. i stare, enchanted, and you, rubicund perfection, stoically ignore my gaze. though amidst companions, i can break your thin facade and see the loneliness inside.
i rush to meet you, heart-in-my-throat, sweat-on-my-palms excitement flooding through me "hey! four ninety five for that one," cries your pimp. unfaltered i defray and carefully escort you out. we walk in silence, hand in hand. your calmness is unnerving and i begin to hasten my pace to fill the growing void of anticipation.
as we arrive, i pray you'll give a glimpse into your self and let me satisfy your innermost desire. you burn for a flame, this much i know, but will mine give you the spark to show me all that i've been yearning for today? with bated breath i bring it to your delicate, thin, fuck! too fast, not ready to let go!
this was our last encounter, you and i. but my hand and yours will keep us whole forevermore.
- alex
- fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ...you're cool, fuck you, and fuck you.