monirose

The Shawl - A Love Story

There we were, the 3 of us...the wind billowing from from the tunnel, the murmurs of coming passengers. The night turning to morning, and I just lay here...As the mood grows and the crowd watch us, it only makes that moment when we will become one antcipated to a point of public climax.

As we rub and touch and feel each others body, the people watch...the spectators make comments...and we only get more excited. the rubbing and the loving grows...and I, I get the most of the situation...i feel both bodies rub against me..

Then i become an unimportant part of this meeting.. I soon become forgotten... I feel the breeze billowing again..i hear the excitement of the waiting passengers...soon..i am forgotten...i am left alone as my 2 lovers walk away..i swish in the wind of the trains...and i am alone..

I am alone to remember the warmth and the love of yesturday, as i lay on the ground...being trampled by those who do not love me...i miss them...i only hope they miss me...

I am just a forgotten shawl with a story.....

For: Devilmaycry317

I promised I'd write the shawl story ...we were waiting for the L train in 3rd ave last night and these two people were going at it..i mean seriously...and they gurl dropped the shawl and never looked back..lol...and i made the comment.. that shawl has a story...lol..and theres the story...

anyhoot...school and work are begining to show me the toll...i slept like all day today...and i dont even feel guilty about it...




i am happy...dont know why...i am just feeling content...its such a great feeling..i have to figure out how to keep it going....

hope everyone is doing well...i love you all.....

Monica