After the stop came the rain
it felt gentle on me
and talking a lot I was not.
Her wandering hands
were inside up and down
the whole length
looking for what I was cold.
She could have been a man
as a cold chill
ran part way down my spine.
Some how I thought not to soon
to short for her I hoped.
Here where I'm at
what ever they want to expose.
Then she was cuffed to the curve
in my back
being hard from the rain
her nipples were.
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