annabel taylor

when traveling between locations on buses nd trains, i often people gaze

wondering what there thinking, and of course having a mind of flith its rarely clean,

but seeing a stranger whom lights a little fire in you, one who quickens the pulse nd tingles the right spots, a glaze form them, enough to start feeling a little wet, nd then the mind start going, thinking what i would do to that man,

visions, of mounting him, kissing him, softly then passion ...