04-19-2011, 11:25 PM
On a cold wet winter morning
A rush-hour bus was packed heavily
You, a complete stranger hunk,
Slithered behind me gingerly
Brushing against me as if accidentally
You were soft initially
Yet I felt you, unmistakably
Through your trousers and mine
My back tensed up momentarily
Then quivered imperceptibly
You must have sensed my vibes
As your bulge grew exponentially
And slid across my buttock gradually
Into my yearning valley
Then we cannily
Used the jolts and turns of the vehicle
To choreograph secretly
A synchronized erotic dance
Passengers, drowned in thoughts obliviously,
Didn’t seem to notice us –
Two besuited men making love passionately
Publicly yet inconspicuously
And finally climaxing simultaneously
Without liquefying their lust recklessly
Then soon afterwards
You pressed the bell to signal to the driver
That your stop is next, and virtually
Stroked my arm, in the process, graciously
As if to say ‘goodbye’
I glanced at your retreating bulge, cheekily
As if to say
‘Glad to have made you an acquaintance’
A rush-hour bus was packed heavily
You, a complete stranger hunk,
Slithered behind me gingerly
Brushing against me as if accidentally
You were soft initially
Yet I felt you, unmistakably
Through your trousers and mine
My back tensed up momentarily
Then quivered imperceptibly
You must have sensed my vibes
As your bulge grew exponentially
And slid across my buttock gradually
Into my yearning valley
Then we cannily
Used the jolts and turns of the vehicle
To choreograph secretly
A synchronized erotic dance
Passengers, drowned in thoughts obliviously,
Didn’t seem to notice us –
Two besuited men making love passionately
Publicly yet inconspicuously
And finally climaxing simultaneously
Without liquefying their lust recklessly
Then soon afterwards
You pressed the bell to signal to the driver
That your stop is next, and virtually
Stroked my arm, in the process, graciously
As if to say ‘goodbye’
I glanced at your retreating bulge, cheekily
As if to say
‘Glad to have made you an acquaintance’