Clickety clack
Was the talk from the
track
As Across the
compartment
She sat down
seductively
And the first seed of
Awakening arousal,
germinated
I gave her the benefit
Of my silent appraisal
Clickety clack
Was the talk from the
track
She adjusted her
posture
Under my intense gaze
And re-crossed her
legs
Exposing a tantalising
A hint of stocking top
And with each mile
Arousal grew
Like a blooming flower
Clickety clack,
Was the talk from the
track
The sun streamed into
the carriage
And illuminated her
The Dark nipples
proud,
Showed through the
White Shimmering silk
Of her blouse
And the flower of
arousal
Had blossomed
Clickety clack,
Was the talk from the
track
Until we arrived
Shuddering and juddering
In the climax of
journeys end
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