The Bus Ride - Sex Stories

The Bus Ride

A silly face for another, Conversation sans the words. Just eyes to speak a million stories, Like the million fireflies that float above me. Who are you? What have you done to me? It doesn't matter when you stand before me. A empty soul - A field of butterflies, Your fingertips graze across mine. Darkness falls and lightens a caution. Every move, breath, and thought, Echoing down the empty highway. A bus full of sleeping eyes, only one pair catches mine. Urges masked under a coat of innocence, Dark cold winds fail to numb my senses. Just two unknown souls hand in hand, Embarking on a journey to unknown lands. "Will you be mine, my valentine?" "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Darkness dispels. Only a shiny rock remains on my finger. ~Roxy