Platform D

Riding down, down a crowded escalator.
A veil of smoke hides what's ahead.
Walking past, tongues intertwined, punctuated with soft moans.
Every breath is more difficult than the last  
 Taking in the subtle hint of sex in the air.
Staring straight ahead, never to glance left or right.
Longing to be the next one captured
Seduced by the mist in the tunnel.
My body is humming, clenching at the hopes of a hidden entity's touch.
Wanting it so badly, my mouth becomes wet from salivating, hoping for my turn.
 The dim light bounces off the now glistening lips of a well-kissed woman
I stop at the platform, legs in an open stance,
My head is bowed, wishing, beyond wish it will come for me.
Then, there it was.
Pressure
 Pain
Heat
 Pain
Moans
 and a whisper, my whimper.
"I see you're ready; a deep whispered in my ear "
feeling the rise of my skirt, trying to stay steady.
The mist is having its way. I so wanted to play.
"Keep standing, no matter what we do"
One hand in front  
Squeezing
Unrelenting
Cutting off the circulation to my clit
Three fingers in
A moan strangled
No one must know
“You stood at the third beam in the dark.”
I know what I did
“You will take it all, you wanted to be my slut”
Moans
Pain
Heat
Pain
Pressure
About to become undone
When the announcement said
“Please step away from the platform…”
Just like that, the mist was gone
Leaving me a throbbing mess
Two more seconds was all I need
I need..  
as by mercy of the light on the train
I felt flick on my clit
 I made it rain for all to see