We were in the same carriage
both heading to Waterloo station
she did nothing but smile at me
then in a voice of an angel
lifted her skirt and said take me

So as the carriage caressed our meeting
rocking from side to side in unison
she looked into my eyes smiling
and in my mouth she stuck her love
her wet silken aromatic glove

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris