Page 54 of Crank (Crank 1)

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to shoulder.

Sweet as puddin’.

It was body rush

after body rush,

intensity building.

Touch me there.

Hot flush, raging

blush, quick-start

ignition.

See how much I need you?

Ice flash, instant

crash, voices

outside the door.

No! Don’t stop now!

I Didn’t Want to Stop Either

but one of those voices

belonged to my dad.

They were here just a while ago.

We scrambled to cover skin,

passion, and stash.

I didn’t see them leave.

Trepidation, just this side

of anticipation, tingled.

They must be around somewhere.

The monster stomped up

and down my spine.

Kristina? Buddy? You here?

Adam looked at me

and whispered, “Who’s Kristina?”

For Some Crazy Reason

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