Between Stations

Station after station
Seating here thinking of you.
Your scent lingering on my skin
The wind caressing my face

I get so breathless when we meet
I get so comfortable when we touch
It’s just magical
I just want it to flow
I wanna dance and ride with it.

Now the stations pull in
And you get off and on
I see you go.
And even when you do
I am still with you
In a trance with you
Dreaming of our next stay over.
Our next stop.

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