>She said we'll stop when we get there, >but we aint stoppin no time soon.
So we continue... my eyes tightening the lock of his straining not to transfer my transperant soul I stretch not simply to release the crick but to casually undo the fasten-ation of our stares The "Business Report" is boring but the inspiration stil tastes good. my mouth waters for another bite yet I am hesitent to feed into the source of my feast. He is still watching not his eyes but soul his spirit lying in wait for mine to respond both of us pen in hand neither wanting to elude to our impatience hearts beat to the rhythm of the wheels As my pen terminates it's protest, finally able to speak to it's long withheld beloved dancing in a mad tango of adjectives and verbs connecting indirectly to that observant spirit across the isle the train stops only for a moment but breaks the dance that is this piece. I look up as abruptly as the motion ended almost in an ironic tandem, the man has gone relinquishing me back to reality I am annoyingly releaved a puff of smoke as the exhaust lends a much needed release into the atmosphere
but it's not the end of the ride...
tag you're it.
_____________________________________ WITH CUZ (STACEY) GONE, I'LL NEVER REALLY BE HERE AGAIN
I swear I'm a marry an OKP
Nakia Genevieve are my middle names... Not my attempt to morph Phenom with Novembersgift... But...