Bus poem

A stolen kiss from sleeping lips.

Soft, warm, slightly parted.

I lie down by your side.

So sleek and silent are my moves,

you do not stir in your unprotected pose.

Abandoned to my wish, I

do not touch you – 

I just fit snuggly into shape.

Defences go.

I sleep.

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