I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand of hair behind your ear trying to mask your reciprocated feelings. I try to close my eyes but your absence in my vision just increases my lust. When I cannot see you I can undress you and feel your breast in my cupped hands and I know that just by being really close to you I can handle desires, and lust will turn to affection between friends
The way you carefully caress the open book are like cooing doves.
Lovers by Pablo Picasso
In Novosibirsk Paulo realize he feels lust for Hilal. I have to admit that a few times I have felt a little bit of desire for someone, and I must admit looking through the window at her reflection does not help.
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January 13, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
There great philosophy at work here – I am interested how you have moved closer to the lines of the novel. I think it means I have to also, as the serious full-time travellers on this journey all are doing so I think.
oh snap…great last line…so intimate…i tell you, your train trips are productive….you should put together your train series….
Nice. The desire and lust, so well expressed in your words. Great writing.
-HA
Wow Bjorn what a strong sensual and arousing post. To see the reflection of someone you desire but can’t get … wonderful American Sentence.
Very beautiful and dripping with sensuality. Perfect!