Early Morning Rain
Posted By yumado on May 18, 2009
It’s early in the morning.
The trains are full.
I find a seat.
Our eyes meet.
Your breasts so deep. Your eyes so fine.
We smile and we talk.
You rub your leg slowly against mine.
This is my stop. I’m hard as a rock.
I can’t get off because I already have.
I miss my stop and think of pain.
I leave at the next stop with my bag in front of me.
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