Non-Erotic PoetrySlow Train Ridecome with me on a slow train ride
nowhere to go, nothing to hide
no need to wear any underwear
I'm sure we'd make quite a pair,
rockin' and rollin' down the rails
a warm wind in our sails
parallel tracks disappearing
no need to worry about steering,
this train knows where to go
and so do we, don't you know?
yes we do, been there before
knock knock: whose at the door ... ?
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