Would love to drive her through the city for hours and hours so late into the night, listening to the mellow fuck tape I took from my friend, not saying a word

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Parallel to the branch that has hungry kisses soft kisses cumming fucking and mouths between legs here's another branch, and it has someone who you've only just bumped into tonight, you meant her once before briefly and were struck by her sweetness, she's a friend of a friend, and tonight slipping into some double date role, since she's with your friend who's with her boyfriend, you really don't know her, you leave to go pee and return to the bar next to her, and you find she's reached down into your bag, she's looked at your drawings, and leafied through the book you've been reading. On this branch is the woman who was serving you at the anonymous restaurant, who's eyes and smile and laugh you like so much, who after bringing you your appetizer picked up the book on your table and read some of it to herself. She looks at you and says it's interessant and reads some more. She puts it down, and as she walks back to work you stumble, not wanting to leave it at that, you stumble as you make some kind of closing comment, some explanation of the book, maybe a context. Briefly, you feel like you're falling. But then. she turns, looks you straight in the eye, and says "I'll be back". it sounds like "don't worry, I want to be here with you". This branch, it's close to and parallel to another branch where you'd been sitting one winter's day at a cafe, and a friend you've always dreamed of fucking, and kissing, and tasting, and smelling, a friend you might see twice a year, you might not see for years, this friend happens to walk in, she spots you, you hug, and she sits down across from you, next to an empty chair where you'd left your sweater when you got too warm, and she asked "is that your sweater". She holds it in her hands, she strokes it. I love it she says, it's so beautiful, she brings it to her cheek and softly touches it to her skin. it smells like you, she says, and closes her eyes and buries her face into it, and breathes in slowly and deeply breathes in slowly and deeply again. (and on another branch, she got you through the longest night of the year, and fed you the chocolate that gave you so much you to give to her) Oh what a sweet branch. Oh what sweet branches