Trains..

Sitting across from Cleopatras ghost, pink lips whispering ,me to host. Long black hair golden amulets on Blair. Blue eyes piercing  cutting through my stare. The goddess in front of me with skin so devine  , my eyes slowly undressed her, in due time. Her attraction like meth, her kiss a long slow death. Under her spell ,she smiles slowly stealing my breath. The flawless curves , like twisting sand, the heat of her neck, the slip of my hand. The clicky clack the squeel of the track, the sweat on my lip snaps me back. Across from a queen, that saved my life, now im her slave ,in debt thats right.On a train from london ,or was that a dream. Her voice so softly spoken ,  her kisses made me cream.  This type of fantasy usually is bought, i wonder if beautiful  sitting across from me, would like to hear my thoughts? Xxo