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!