The Girl on the Birmingham Train

I want to feel your lips on mine
The brush of your hair on my cheek
To stand behind you, arms encircling you
My breath kissing your neck
To trace the contours of your body
Like a devoted cartographer
Feeling your pulse quicken at my touch
The breath sighing from your mouth
But you’re just a stranger on a train
I don’t even know your name.

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