Rain drops, train stops,
The Eyes rolling, The Mouths sighing,
their hot bodies pressed together.
Sweat drips, train starts,
The Eyes flickr’ing, The Mouths moaning, their minds race to get there quicker.
Pulling in, pulling out,
The Eyes gleaming, The Mouths shouting,
their souls scream for release to come.
Journey ends, never friends,
The Eyes dimming, The Mouths closing, their feelings cease to be aroused.