Ride
Moving landscapes
changing lanes
constant bumps.
Various sounds
alternating friction
the same sensation.
Sitting one degree apart
you may be sleeping
Staring on one side
I may be crying.
Stop. Go. Wait.
A journey to a destination
A ride for another function
masturbating in bliss and agony,
Why are you still sitting in the bus with me?
Stop.
Go.
Wait for me.
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