i took the tube home today.  Old Street to Kings Cross

 

out of the miriads of banality, you towered from the masses. i know you saw me looking. i know you let me watch you.

 

such a pretty little thing

 

are you catching my eye, or am i catching yours? are you looking to see if i'm still staring, like i'm looking at you?

 

ever fucked a stranger in the crowd?

 

Kings Cross to Paddington

 

you opened your shirt, i watched the private dance. shes stripping just for me and no one can see it. i'm pulling my top off, and engulfing her.  everyone stared dead eyed at the posters on the wall, noone cares for the frantic visuals we're throwing at each other

 

ever notice how hot it is when you're trying to stay calm?

 

you look so ripe, i want you wanting me. you threw away the dignity you've had till now, letting me violate you with my glances in front of the 5.30 circle line. still no one is noticing. your filthy. i'm dangerous. we love this

 

the tube surged, the crowd jolted the way it always does. we're finshed.

 

we both get off, pretending not to notice we're walking side by side.

 

you didnt ask my name, i didnt care to know yours.

 

ever fucked a stranger in public?