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Train Depot


My name called
Turned
You were there
Still looking like a warrior God
Its been many summers since
I've seen you.


The train
Only minutes away
Making it just in time
With a hug
Not missing a step
You then said,
"For old time's sake"
Expecting a soft kiss to the lips
Instead received
Quick dip
French kiss
Tongue suck
Background sound
Woof! Woof! Yo! Yo!
Lifting me
Slowly
Cheek to cheek
You breathing
In my hair
Whispering in my ear
"Cinnamon"


The conductor cried "All abroad"
The scent of your cologne
Its
In my hair
In my clothes,


No words exchanged
Handing me my bags
Staring into your eyes
Yeah,
You caught me by surprise
Not knowing what to say


Giving you a subtle wave good-bye
You walked with the train.
Lips moving
Motioning my name


Sitting now with my eyes closed
I now travel home wrapped in you
Not thinking about the kiss,
But the scent I now travel with

Written by BlueWater

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