Fun

The touch of nervous hands,
her breasts barely brushed,
a pale semicircle of a smile,
a half-forgotten breath,
a half-noticed nod,
a barely perceptible embrace,
a half-entwining of cottony legs,
a half-unbuttoned dress,
the weight of the body on one hand,
the heat of another body, resilient,
a blush spot on the cheek,
freed hands,
inky-black pupils,
a moment frozen for a second,
impatient nudges,
a slow movement
forward, in place, and back,
beads of sweat on the neck,
a half-familiar scent
- a ginger-musky note,
sweet saliva in the throat…
halftones… and half-shadows…
a half-numb back,
half-drawn-together knees,
a spasm throughout the body
and a faint voice near the ear:
"Would you like to get off at the next stop?"
Day. Street. Rush hour. Bus.