Circles : Part Nine :The driver

David sits quietly,
Next to her,
Breathing in,
The joys of ecstasy,

Not wanting to move,

Ignoring the phone,
his beeper,
the faint sounds,
of the night,

Holding her tightly,
around her waist,
he closes his eyes,
soon to awake,
to her arms around him,

Drifting softly into sleep,
the body warming,
he exposes his feet,

no longer wanting her,
he rolls over,
content,
to control his body heat,

Lights gradually criss-cross,
form patterns,
a hand,
reaches for his body,

Suddenly awakened,
he realizes his partner,
has entered the room,

Davids hand,
caught in the cookie jar,
his partners girl,
laying next to him,

"What the fuck is going on?",
his roommate asked,
David tried to think,
to come up,
with a decent excuse,

He could only think,
when he was younger,
When his mother,
would catch him,

Sneaking a cookie,
right before dinner,
Oh that cookie,
it turned into my monster,

"I'm sorry dude,
I don't know what to say,"

"Well get dress,
this isn't over,
but we have a emergency,
a 390d,"

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