someharmindreaming: There is no fictional station platform No camouflaged entrance to run at But the
someharmindreaming: There is no fictional station platform No camouflaged entrance to run at But there is a train The demand never goes away For luxury For privacy For the hilarious possibilities Of indiscreet bunk-beds For the sleazy jazz Of an all girl sax band For dark carriage attendants In tight livery And saucy maids Who will go the extra mile to please No, the train still exists But only a few of us may travel The ones who need it The ones of us who are out of our time Discretion is everything You are the only one I’ve told Noone else can know it exists But I trust you Come with me Come with me please I have this spare ticket going begging… -- source link