A Story From London

Tube full of people

It’s late and you’ve had enough of everything. The tube slowly starts to get rid of all the robots which live and die in the concrete jungle, and most of all, by those human-zombies looking like night creatures in the shadow.

Have you ever watched the refection of the person, standing next to you in the tube? The dark brings what’s the worst out of you, and that place is the tube. But every now and then, a girl in my case, I mean…yeah I appreciate a good looking dude, but still…anyhow, a girl standing over there with a book in her lap, shines. Couple of years ago would have been Cohelio, now it’s either Murakamy, either Milan Kundera. Wearing a decent décolleté, and every now and then you can see her white pearls behind her ‘Liv Tyler’ smile. Long thigh arms and almost transparent fingers are picking up the pages, one after one. She’s so good looking, so sexy, that even if your grandma would have given her the clothes from her youth would have still been the best dressed girl from that tube. Well, I presume your grandma wasn’t a whore with bad taste.

Naked Young Woman Reading a Book

I’m standing there, mesmerized, not being ashamed if she will see me staring. I don’t give a fuck about the fact that my station has passed, it’s the last tube, and I have to pay for a taxi from God knows where. But my eyes need that, as my body needs the water.

I just want to immortalize that moment, failing to succeed in enjoying continuously. I know I won’t go ask her a thing, I’m selfish; I wanna keep her pure, as I imagine she is. But instead of enjoying that fucking perfect moment, I’am wasting it, allowing the fear of ‘ending ‘ to take control.

I became nervous and the inevitable comes in the equation. Every chance the universe allows me, I succeed in ruinig it. And I’am doing it with a smile on my face, the beast inside of me lives again.

So, I go for the filth, the pure thing I was telling you about is near to the edge, for as soon as I’ll stick my fingers in her hole, she will be gone in the abyss.

You see, an erudite woman is the most ferocious creature you can get, she is libertine, she thinks’ that her will can lift mountains .And the worst for us, man… that’s true. Gentle as a dove and wise as a serpent.

She knows I’m there, and she likes that I’am staring at her, waiting for me to make a move so she could reject me, so later on to embrace me.It’s a game, and if you play it right, there’s no way out once you’d started.

And that’s where I’am at : fuck her and lose my pure dream, or love her and wonder forever.

touching a naked body

A beautiful woman is like the thirst for blood.

The thing is, you don’t love her soul…you just wanna use her body.

London, brings the best and worst of us.

Eyes are crossing, and smiles are being showed.

Bodies are getting naked, and screams heard,

Pants on, and tomorrow shines again.