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The Morning Commute

By: Morgan Broom

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The sun slipped through the train window then

edged under my blouse to settle in my nipples.

 

Waking dreams filled my head

of lying in a field arms open and legs spread wide.

 

I tried not to squirm - what would other commuters think - when

a man slid by, with an oddly accented, "Pardon, ma'am."

 

The train swerved around a curve tossing his body against mine.

I gasped at his heat at my breasts and down below.

 

His arm tightened as I muffled soft cries in his collar.

"I'm alright," I said at last. Warm lips grazed my ear. "Yes, I know."

 

I looked up into eyes largely golden. "The last station before the tunnel," he said. "Until tomorrow."

 

I watched him go, then folded arms across my chest

to hold in the sun's heat as the train eased into the darkness.


Originally Published December 2006: Oh Oh Oh!

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