Passing time on the train staring out the window, headphones on music blaring, totally zoned out Wish the tracks were better getting jolted left and right as I made my way to the small, tiny bathroom, fell into a fellow passenger (a gorgeous one to be sure), was it really the tracks....? He grabbed me by my shoulders to steady us both, looked into my eyes and smiled "Hey there, little lady" (he was at least 6'4 to my 5'3) don't remember much after that, we did talk for a minute, something about getting together for dinner, that southern drawl done made me forget Back to my headphones and music someone's knocking on my compartment, the dining steward is here to take dinner reservations, forgot the time I was supposed to meet Mr. Southern accent, so I guessed, wrong. Back to the small bathroom to wash-up then time for dinner, discovered my sleeping compartment was at the "ass end of space" have to walk through four coach cars don't belive this. Oh yes, the folks in coach, wanting to travel cheaply, sitting row after row, next to each other sleeping with feet out in aisles, the smell of unwashed bodies mixed with enormous amounts of alcohol, threatens to overwhelm me. Was out of breath by the time I reached the dining car, couldn't find Mr. Southern - oh wait, there he is, slid into the booth across from him, smiled, got lost in those bedroom eyes, don't know what I had to eat or what I said, do remember being invited to his deluxe sleeping compartment how could I refuse? What did I just do? need to take a shower before meeting Mr. Southern accent, found the one on the train, open the door and peer in, "Hmm, maybe he likes his woman slightly funky?" as I stare at the hose, trying not to flood the shower room and train, wash off a bit (especially the important places) Back in my compartment, final check in the mirror, good hair day, tight jeans, low-cut halter Ready for action Go to his compartment - toilet and sink inside, oh look, the bed is lowered, great, we are both on the same wavelength He stands up and towers over me leans in to kiss me, gently, then a deep, powerful southern kiss, I almost fall over end up on the bed, could go into explicit, passionate details, but that is for another poem, all I will say is, damn, that man knows how to please a woman. Woke up in his arms, well actually, spent the rest of the trip there, between making love, playing cards, eating, Total bliss. But, all good things must end, as I was getting off in Texas and he staying on the train till Florida, exchanged cell phone numbers long passionate kiss at the platform waving goodbye, sigh, lots of sighing on my part. Standing outside the train depot waiting for my brother, thinking about Mr. Southern accent, phone rings, it is probably my brother saying he will be another twenty-five minutes, "Hello, oh it's you darlin, how are you"Birth sign: Taurus
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