There wasn't much scope

Inside the washroom of a running train

But we managed to snuggle in it

She was with her family

My co passenger in two tier

No words exchanged

But the sexual tension

Between us was electrifying

She was aware of her effect

Which I made pretty obvious

Every move of hers

Escalated my discomfort

The day fizzled into twilight

And in the stealth of the night

I mustered my confidence

Sneaking behind her

I inhaled her tresses fragrance

While her hubby snored

In the upper berth

Suddenly she turned back

And caught me red handed

She didn't say anything

Rather walked towards the washroom

I followed her blindly

Closing the door behind us

I pushed her against the wall

Feed me, I blurted out hoarsely

And she did

Satiating not just my lust

But my eternal desire

To be fed by a lactating woman

While the cacophony of the running train

Quashed the melody

Of her carnal pleasure.

©LR