Last train at night. Packed. Your holding onto a pole (no not mine…yet lol) I’m a bit further away. Near the doors. In the crowd I spot you. I like what I see. This journey’s not boring after all I think. I try and work out a way to get closer to you. Train stops. Some people near to you get off and i start to move towards you. I place my hand over your hand on the pole. Pretending it was an accident I apologise. It’s okay you reply. I move my hand below to yours. A few minutes later I feel your hand on mine. You turn around and give me a cheeky smile. I start to get a little hard. Trains movement is allowing our bodies to rub against one another.