Train Ride

Across the car we steal a curious glance.
Instant ignition starts the mind to dance.
So as not to stare, we quickly look away.
But already, naughty thoughts begin to play.
Would we dirty fuck or make sweet love?
Will pussy fit cock like a tight latex glove?
Might it tickle or is that pum pum shaved?
Fucked in the ass is what you secretly crave?
Do you scream bloody murder or guttural moan?
Want to suck AND swallow my milk-filled bone?
Will you let me tie you like a wanton hungry hog?
You a bad girl needing that slit spanked and flogged?
Prefer hot morning quickies to warm languid afternoons?
Like it temple quiet or old Prince pumpin in the room?
Burn for a wicked fist or just a few skillful fingers?
You a "just get up and go" girl or like to lie and linger?
Want to strap it on to give as much as you take?
Proud you can squirt enough to form a little lake?
Just a few things about you I'd like to know.
But shit. This is my stop. I gotta go.