Friday, November 9, 2012

Throttle


She was a presumptuous bitch laying with her curves pressed against my essence; her display baiting me into lord knows what.  I’ve beaten men for lesser sins.  She opened her eyes and acknowledged me as I hovered over her angry.  A predator was lurking beneath her crystal blue stare and when I noticed this it’s too late. She rises toward me cooing sweet things and I crumble.  Time no longer exists as I stare at her on my bike.  She cocks her head to the side and with a knowing smile simply asks “So do I get a ride?”


Photo Title: 76 Miles
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: xercism
 Location of Work: deviantArt 


Presumptuous, Essence, Hover, Crumble, Exist

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