Her dildo breath, made a cloud of ohhh..zone around her stoned, cold head, as her teeth vibrated together, in the frigid New York slush.
She was quite plush, a fallen angel, a lonely man's angle, and she stood out from the daily rush.
She bummed a cigarette, then juggled it on her frosted lip. He offered her a light, even though her soul had been extinguished long ago. She grabbed his zippo and flicked it once or twice.
See, he was looking for a hump, but she just wanted a camel, though he paid no mind the brand on her hip, from whatever local pimp was selling her goods.
She winked at him as she climbed into a yellow cab.... escaping from her checkered past and quite cautious at his intent.
He mouthed, "See you later?" with a distinct hook on the end capping a period of time not yet negotiated???
She laughed and said "I'll see you later and I'll raise you six."
Then she was gone. across a metered distance, servicing another man's fare, in most likely some form of, taxi- dermatological rubs..... leaving him in a cloud of exhaust, slightly exhilarated, amidst the soot stained drifts of snow, found ever so often, in man's brick house canyons.