by The rain softened under the concrete span,
turning to mist that clung to their skin and leather.
Engines idled low, purring like panthers in the dark.
Someone laughed—low, close—
and it was impossible to tell if it was from relief,
desire, or the thrill of the hunt.
Hands found each other in the half-light,
tracing wet gloves, bare wrists,
the pulse beneath.
The city roared above,
but down here it was just breath, heartbeat,
and the hot smell of chrome cooling in the rain.
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