By mEg Date: 12 December 1999
I walk beside you Legs and minds in perfect rhythm Just like every day on our journey down Wanker Street every cold Chicago day I wonder if your hand will seek out mine... clasp it, as you rub that male thumb against my wrist will you feel my pulse and soft skin stirring your memory of my soft sacred places.... where legs tangle and my breath becomes yours every day after our journey down Wanker Street.