MYSTERY HAND

As usual
the 5 o'clock
subway train was
more than crowed
as humans were
pressed against
each other; each
trying to stay balanced.
The pressing bodies
weren't unusual;
but when I felt a hand
gently touching my
sacred package I
flinched. Who? Looking
trying to see the
owner of a searching
hand, but all faces were
blank...as I started to
push my way to the exit,
I saw the smile and
winking eye. It was
YOU ... let's meet at
the KISSING PLACE.