getting sick of the pointless talk he drained his beer steped out for a cigarette cold but tranquil of course people pass and cars and streets scream for attention still unsatisfied at this moment the shop window a light lovely curves the beauty of cold steel revealed staring him in the eyes yanking guilt of secretive fetishes onto the sidewalk for all to trample... they could all tell now, as they passed that he was wanting the sweat of her cold porcelain skin