Well first I kicked around a naughty Justin Timberlake limerick but had to stop that or start giggling like a retard and this surfaced instead. People probably were scared by my dialated eyes instead.
Oh hell, I guess I have to face it - I'm just plain scary in whatever state I ride Transit:
Their sweat slick bodies skid against one another with each penetrating thrust.
Long graceful limbs entwine with shorter pliant ones.
Cheeks flushed, lips raw.
Bright teeth sink into a freckled shoulder.
Their torsos arch like saplings.
Fingers knot in blonde-tipped spikes.
Tongues lick. Taste salt.
Faster. Deeper. Faster.
Moans. Growls. Cries.
Tangled damp sheets.
and the lambs sleep.