Intertwined fingers
Running back and forth
Hidden in the darkness
Turning over and circling his palm 
Aware of every move
Sound
Breath
Touch
Hairs on arms bristle
With a cigarette paper thin brush
Eyes focused forward
Sitting silently side by side
And still my finger circles his palm
Runs up and down intertwined with his hand
Slowly
Ever so painstakingly slowly

And then his hand is on my thigh
Firm and strong
My fingers run along his arm
I rest my hand on his leg
Sitting
Still sitting eyes forward

The cabbie starts talking
Nonsense neither of us cares to reply to
But we do
We reply in joking chat with him
Not speaking a word to each other at all

And the hand moves a millimeter higher
I breathe in with the touch
And I shift
Ever so slightly
My legs parting ever so gently
My hand is still on his leg
I inch a little higher too

And his hand. His hand is moving
With every turn of the cab
In the back its dark and I'm alight
I keep moving to let him nearer

He rests his hand between my legs
I'm wet but he can't tell
He's millimeters from my knickers
I can't breath for wanting him so
He pinches my thigh, grasps it tight
Wanting to move higher
Not daring to move higher
Damn tights. Why am I wearing tights?

The cab driver is still talking. The roads are rushing
passed.
I dont dare look at him. Don't dare make a sound.
These traffic lights I know
We're here, we're near my flat

Oh we're near my flat and this will end
I want to stay here in this moment
I cannot lose this moment
The need for him is so strong I cant move
Ive shifted so his hand is firmly clamped between my legs
It's resting, not moving
The knowledge of its position is unbearable
I've clamped my legs together
He's squeezing the highest part of my inner thigh
With such urgency

And we've stopped. We've pulled over.

Im here. At my door. I look at him.
Brush a brief kiss across his lips.
Get out and send him on his home.

Wanting him to come in.
Knowing I cannot ask.
And the cab waits. Cabbie and he watch me walk to the door.

Then he's gone. Home to his life.
And I lean my head against a wall.
Exhale the breath I've held for twenty minutes.

And whimper as my heart cries at the memory of how close to
perfection I came. How close I was to turning our world
upside down. How close he was to touching me how I need to
be touched.

But he's gone. Back to a life where I sit meters from him
every day and cant touch him.