Every morning I get on the train looking for you! You're usually sitting in the 2 seater facing the doors I enter. I race to the train every morning trying to join the ride with you. I get on at Parkchester but you're already on the train when it pulls in. You seem shy, in your early 30's, and so gorgeous that it's hard not to stare at you. We exchange glances but not often enough.
Today we both got up to exit the train but you only do this to switch carts at my stop. I noticed your growing excitement and wished that no one else was there so I could address it but what can we do about the morning commute, right? I know you noticed that you couldn't stop the excitement because you had to put your hand in your pocket to grab the head from exposing your growing wood. I try to see you every morning but I miss the train sometimes; you know our cart. Maybe next time, if you see this, when you get to my spot if I didn't make it on, could you get off and wait for the next one. This way we can see each other. You make my day everyday. Let's make something of it.
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