Tuesday, June 25, 2019

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


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