To The Lady on the Train,
The memory of your body is printed by scent in our bed.
With scented oil and my palms press love into your skin. I felt it seep through, into your flesh. From my fingertips into the soft smooth strength of your back. From the pad of my thumb into the round of your buttocks. I left trails along the length of your arms and transferred from my forearms into your thighs and hips - and an arc of kisses from your navel to the small of your back as you turned underneath of me...
The oil from your skin, the full length of you rolled onto the sheets...
The scented shape of you lays there still, and fills me this night...
The Man in the Station
Published and unpublished Shout Outs to The Lady on the Train from The Man in the Station.
About this blog
In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
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