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DOMINATRIX AT 30^TH STREET STATION

I met my dominatrix at 30^th Street Station.  It was quite an innocent meeting.  One woman, unbeknownst to me at the time, was walking out of my life forever.  I clung to high hopes as she exited stage left with the promise of future engagement.

Silhouette vanish

her figure dissipating

into thin air she’s gone

I continue talking with the bartender and a drunken football fan.  Another woman walks in.  We exchange quick smiles to each other.  I nod gently.  She escapes dull conversation with the drunk football fan and comes over to sit next to me.  We begin talking and she seems quite impressed with me.  She tells me to give me her phone number and kisses me on my neck.  She whispers that she thinks we could be more than just friends.  She also instructs me to do some research on certain issues.  She leaves and I wonder what the future will hold. . .

So call her I did

and more than I bargained for

new experiences

horizon teasing new things

we earn thru a bit of pain