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Walking to the station on a sunny day, I stared behind my darkened shades at the young women of diminutive stature ahead of me, who moves well.



She walked as if on a catwalk, her shoulder-bag hanging loosely from her outstretched lower right arm, the elbow held close to her hip.



She wore butt-hugging pink corduroy skirt, its hem trimmed off so that it ended at the top of her thighs.



On top she had on a black tee-shirt with spaghetti staps, worn over a black push-up bra, that did its job well.



On the end of her tanned shapely legs were her footwear, pink cumbersome, yet comfy-long baseball boots, with white trim, to top of which were rolled down to the ankle.



She had full-bodied dark brown to black hair that fell to just below her lightly freckled shoulders. Her skin was tanned, well-tanned; to the extent that at the time of year, either a bottle, or a lamp were involved.



And, as she had stood on the station platform, right leg crooked forward, as she turned her head to glance around it seemed evident she was curious whether she was being looked at; and standing with assured practised poise, she would pose and preen, as if it were important to be seen, to be doing so; whilst she talked to a group of women..



Yet, as she boarded the train, she did so alone and, I wore darkened shades to see it all happen, before I finished my smoke and, had boarded the train…

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TheUnknownObis
01:45 Apr 04 2012

reminds me of a cat.

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We’re on the Northern Line and, as the train pulls out of the station I look to the faces of the men who get on; men of a certain age, with hair receding like mine and, a build that is similar to mine and, a ring upon their marriage finger.



Then, just ahead and across the aisle one sits, who fits the description; although he wears a suit of tweed, I’d never wear. And, I can’t help but frown, as he stares quite openly at me.



He notices and smiles.



So I turn and look our the window, as countryside takes over from the cityscape and, looking into the glass, I see the fellows reflected image, as his eyes of blue-green, like mine, glare at me quite intently. I squirm a little.



My bladder need releasing, so I think, as he stands and slowly walks toward me, his hands holding each seat back, as he passes, to hold still his gait, as the train suddenly lurches to the left the right.



His gaze is fixed upon me and his mouth turns into a malevolent sneer as he gets ever near and, there few paces left for him to walk: then I balk and sweating profusely, I’m filled with a desire to shout… I am suddenly awake.

‘Twas sunny and as I stood ‘neath the overhanging embankment tree boughs, I stared back at my fellow commuters and the small group of three; all in short shorts and black tights and shirts tired off at the waist, over a tee-shirt that advertises their sparkle, so it seems, over apple-sized breasts; and irrespective of hair colour, the one thing this trio all have in common, was that fringe that that had to be constantly swept away from their dark-coated eyes, so that they could see the keys of the phone that they’re playing with. Individuals all, they seemed so-alike.



I board the train, the prospective way of the day, already ensconced in my back brain. And then, as we near town, a voice comes over the tannoy; “There’s something on the track. We apologise for the delay.” So I ease my back into the seat and sigh and stretch my legs, wishing I’d brought my book. So I look out the window, ignoring the grime and, idly wonder, ‘Why does this always happen at school holiday-time.

There’s little more attractive to the eye than a high hemline, shapely calf and thigh. So, when the long-haired brunette walked toward me, its with raised eyebrows did I see what I saw.

Instead of tights or stockings with embroidery stitch, there was the design, but no nylon. And, whether it were henna or ink, the design had caught my eye, as I turned my head, to note her high hemline, shapely calf and thigh, as well as, the design of ribbon and lace, making me smile, a smile as wide as a mile…

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Issit
01:26 Mar 23 2012

Love it =)

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DestroyingAngel
20:59 Mar 25 2012

Sexy. Delightful! I like this a lot. :)

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CassandraAnastacia
02:00 Jun 04 2012

I like this. Well written, with just enough detail to please. :)

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My jeans hit the floor, shortly after I passed through the bedroom door and, struggling with them round my ankles, I felt somewhat rankled, I’d not thought to remove them before. Yet, I hadn’t; so have to kind of hop toward my bed, feeling oh-so-rotten, with a throbbing head. And laying back my heads not where I want it to be, which is with it upon the pillow. So with my hands upon the duvet, I ease myself up, so that my head will lie upon the pillow lay; yet it doesn’t happen, as the exertion is too much and, I can’t help but close my eyes and, quickly fall asleep, my trousers at the bottom of my legs and, at the top of my boots…

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DestroyingAngel
21:00 Mar 25 2012

Reminds me of a certain summer night back when I was 23yrs old. :)

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Collar up and cap peak down I viewed the world through darkened lenses and although I felt cloudy, the sky was blue and I assure you, ‘twas more than a little bit warm, as I walked to pick up my Dad’s meds, while having taken a few of my own, so I could walk. And, in my dark mood I walked on some more; and I don’t want to bore, yet telling this tale isn’t a chore, as I’m able to write of my cautious eyes darting back and forth, looking for might attack me, when I see a squiggle looking at me, just as warily, before a wriggle and squirm as it continues to worm its way up the tree: and I smile, feeling lighter, somewhat brighter and, I can’t help but smile at the memory…

sup?



'friends' bein crappy

and spine bein snappy,

whjile me? I should be

goin nappy.

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DestroyingAngel
21:01 Mar 25 2012

Lol. I love this!

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it's a sunday a fun Sunday

with words flowin like wine

all of the time.

An

you can't slay Slain.

'coz he's waitin on Payne



Angelus:. **smiles**

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Slain
15:51 Mar 11 2012

We'll, I have to say... I like it.



Hmm hmm.

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Having taken two too many painkillers mid-journeying, my mind drifts away as I’m sitting on a moulded plastic seat at the end of a very long day, my feet crossed at the ankles, the collar of my biker-style jacket up, the peak of my cap pulled titled over my eyes, with slowly closing lids. And, though I open my eyes to check out the time and then as my eyes close yet again and, the world drifts away, I wonder to myself, ‘Is this what its like to die?’ Yet the moment is a lie; for I hear my train and open my right eye open easily enough... and slowly I rise, unsteady at first, till with a burst, I put one foot forward.

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DestroyingAngel
21:02 Mar 25 2012

Ooooooh my. The power in this one...



I'm a fan!

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Rushing, as though I were late to a date, which in a fashion I am, I find that I’m passed by a fellow who jogs, to there, but I don’t care too much, as his annoyance has spurred me onto walk faster and, that’s when the I end up standing aside for the slim long-haired brunette, wearing a black cardigan, a floral summer dress, black tights and calf-length boots, pushing a stroller, as she walks fast to the nearby school; and I’m no fool, for I cross just after her, to walk ‘cross the common to where my friend waits and then, after talking of the blonde, who dresses sixties style with him, who passes me but her; and, she gives me a smile. Heck, that’s made my day…

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Blacklodge
01:25 Mar 01 2012

As always, just perfect.

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