tank_top like rain. overconfident gait, pounding my way home across the asphalt, drumming out the rhythm of desire for her words, her voice... looking over to the car that pulls by my side, falling away in disbelief as i realize who is driving... crawling in beside and collapsing into her arms as the rest of the world seems spotless, nonexistant, phantasmal. ivory silk skin under my fingertips... 010508 what's it to you? who go blather from