The rain is painting the city grey today, but all I can see is the color of your eyes. I walked past that cafe where you sometimes sit, and the scent of coffee mixed with the damp pavement made me hard instantly. I imagined you there, legs crossed under the table, your pussy wet and waiting for me. I want to bend you over that same table and fuck you until the whole street hears you scream my name. Your body is my only compass in this monochrome world.