I had been whispering brazenly in your ear all night. Not even using words half the time. A knowing smile, a finger edging ever closer to your womanhood. When I flicked your ******* the first time tonight I knew I couldn't lose. The nearest park. The nearest patch of grass in the dark. Covered in dirt, a train thundered past as you came, your ticket to be vocal. You looked so beautiful right then. I inhaled you one last time and looked up at the stars as we put on our faces.