Bus

“enter”

the top says

And I’m standing

In the center 

As I

Feel

The engine purr 

As I 

Find my seat 

I relax my head 

Feeling safe

And horny

Laying it

back

Letting the pleasure

Roll over me 

I close 

my eyes

Imagining

A business meeting letting

Out 

And a man next 

to me 

On the bus

Spreading his legs -

The driver can’t see, 

but I can -

How good it looks.

His big hands

In a suit

inching closer

Touching me 

w/ my consent

gently guiding me

To sit on 

His lap 

(The driver 

only looking periodically 

in the glass)

I’m gyrating

On top

In 

This ugly

lighting

As we’re flashing thru

traffic

Get-

ting really in-

to it,

kissing 

my hand

on his face…

A trine

Of light 

Bursts Into

The sky from our sublime 

love-making

We blow

the roof off this 

place