bus ride

bycavu182©

thinking of you and me  ...   and us
on the backseat of some bus
rolling though the coal-black night
holding each other  ...   tight,
sharing a bottle  ...   sharing a kiss
you call me Mister  ...   I call you Miss
vibrating  ...   old-bus suspension
things that would  ...   get us detention,
were we in school  ...   going to class
touching my crotch  ...   holding your ass
reaching inside  ...   clothing  ...   loose fitting
expectations  ...   what we’ll be getting,
once we reach our destination
a state of suspended animation
giggling with forbidden joy
riding along  ...   a girl  ...  a boy,

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