Standing together
Swaying back and forth
In synchronicity
Our arms touch
I turn to apologize
Our eyes meet
We soften
You moisten your lips
Sliding your tongue
First across one
Then across the other
I swallow
We're jostled together
Your hair brushes my face
I inhale
Exquisite
I shiver
You smile
I smile
We stop
You get off
I hope for tomorrow
The bus moves on
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