She stood, waiting for the train.
Oblivious to moisture from the rain.
I couldn’t help but to stare.
Brown curls, thick, luscious hair.
I could taste her lips.
Oh but to move with those hips.
More than a crush.
A middle-aged man’s infatuation.
Oh, what a rush.
The train pulled in.
I stare hard through the foggy din.
Off the tram went.
In an instant, my heart bent.