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Today, out of the blue,
Today, out of the blue,
I thought of you,
the boy on the bus,
the Trailways bus.
we fell asleep till
I was sitting in the back seat
alone
I remember you boarded the bus
in some podunk town in Illinois
or maybe it was Indiana
I don't really recall
I saw you walking toward the back
so I huddled under my blanket
and looked straight ahead
hoping you didn't sit nearby
I didn't expect you to,
didn't want you to
There were plenty of empty seats
There were plenty of empty seats
and I wanted to be
alone
alone
But no, you,
you looked me in the eye
and sat down next to me,
I turned and stared out the window
and you asked me my name
I looked at you and
told you I didn't have one
You smiled and asked me again
so I told you my name
You said I had the prettiest blue eyes
and I didn't know what to say
So we rode on in silence
till the sun went down
and the bus was cold
Huddling together under my blanket
we each told a story, then
we each told a story, then
you took my hand and held it in yours
Where are you headed ?
somewhere, anywhere,
to Houston I said
to Houston I said
Then you kissed me
soft and warm,
we kissed away the miles
I gave you a hand job
under that blanket
You came in my hand
You came in my hand
then pulled me close and
we fell asleep till
Pine Bluff Arkansas
which was your stop
You grabbed your bag,
kissed me goodbye
I watched as you walked into the darkness
and realized I had not asked your name
You left me with nothing
but the stickiness of your cum in my hand
And this memory of you
which came to me today
Forty something years later
as I sat in my car on a hot sticky day
alone
which came to me today
Forty something years later
as I sat in my car on a hot sticky day
alone
~Lia 5/4/2015
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Simple words sparked from a memory of a boy on a bus a long long time ago...
:-) You have the touch ...
ReplyDelete... and I am really glad you didn't quit!
One very lucky lad on that bus.
You know it's in my blood Sir. Thank you for being here
DeleteLove your writing. A chance encounter. (-:
ReplyDeleteIt was such an odd thing to come to mind yesterday as I sat in the car pool line waiting to pick up my granddaughter ! Only me...
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