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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Geraldine's Bus Ride to Work</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Geraldine rides the bus to work. <br>She sways side to side with the <br>motion of the bus, sitting in the <br>compact human zoo, faces, limbs, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">bodies, eyes, mouths. The sky <br>outside is an early morning icy blue. <br>A man opposite stares, his eyes <br>moving over her, his hands in his </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">lap, fingers playing with each other. <br>His eyes settle on her legs, drink <br>them in. She feels as if he were <br>undressing her, taking each item of </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">clothing off one by one. His eyes <br>are dark, deep set. She stares back <br>at him, takes in his lips, parted, thick <br>and saliva sits there. Her thoughts </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">move to Holly and the night before, <br>the game they played, the role plays, <br>the pre-sex drama. The man shifts <br>in his seat, wrinkles his nose, moves </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">his eyes to her breasts. She looks away, <br>senses his eyes fondling her tits, his <br>imaginary fingers groping. Holly would <br>have said something to the creep opposite, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">would have shown him up, but she <br>doesn't have that way with her, she sits <br>it out, pushing thoughts of him away, <br>focuses on Holly's tongue licking the </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">inside of her thighs, sensation electrifying. <br>The man looks away, no doubt to masturbate <br>in his dark mind with his imaginary fingers. <br>Geraldine lets the thoughts of Holly and</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">her deeds linger, sucks in the hotness, <br>the scents, the sighs, the smells. She stares <br>at the man. He looks at his hands, his fingernails. <br>There is dirt beneath the nails, black as soot </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=527773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">as if he'd rooted in dark soil. She looks away; <br>Holly has set her (with her deeds) to sexual boil.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a></strong></div>

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