Art "Night Train"
By Leslie Ragan

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Night Train
By La Belle Rouge

The train swayed on and on
through the long black night.
Incessant click click click
becoming almost hypnotic.
She had a thing about trains.
With a sigh she nodded off to sleep,
bored with her book
tired of her life.

Private berth,aloneness,
it was all so surreal
and uneventful.....until
she woke to see him sitting
in the seat across from her.
His sensual eyes were electric
and they looked through hers
deep into the core of her soul.
Suddenly she was on fire.

She gave no thought at all
to consequences of discovery.
The element of danger driving
her passions to a fevered pitch.
Soon finding herself on his lap.
Lips locked, tongues tangoed
deep kisses left her breathless.
His large hands tender,gentle
but bold in their explorations.
A man practiced in the art of love.

Delicate hands wandered beneath
his knit shirt caressing hard muscle.
His fingers tangled themselves
in her hair pulling her head backwards.
lips trailing kisses of fire against
her neck and tops of her breasts
beneath her sheer silk blouse.

The night became a mêlée
of slipped buttons, sliding zippers
bare skin and body parts that slithered
over each other like coupling snakes
and fit together perfectly at last.
Was it hours? Was it days?
Time had no rule over tender touch,
no power in this jungle of lust
where two wild animals were un-caged.

It was her stop, after pulling on
her stockings, adjusting her blouse
she stood up to leave and pressing
her wet panties into his poetic hands
she bent down with a kiss of promise
whispered in his ear,“It was just like
I knew it would be, more than poetry.
same time next week?”
He pulled her back into the seat
and the train swayed on and on
through the long, black night
She had a thing about trains...and him.



1/1/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Passion’s Flame”


Music "All Night Long"