Love as a Locomotive

The grand opening of Saphhic Station was long awaited. The experienced locomotive, was thrilled in the experience of trying out the new railway. She moved herself in-between, sliding her strong pairs of wheels against the shiny track. The comfortable tracks patiently awaited for her engine. Her locomotive began slow, getting a feel of the tracks that laid in submission for her. The two let out a roar of friction. Her train began to grind her wheels tightly on her hot steel. The path trembled underneath her. The train slowly steamed away in satisfaction, finally gaining momentum on the barely inaugurated tracks. Each squeel, each curve, every bump, and every slow down felt as smooth as oil. The tracks became slippery, but the conductor knew how to keep her still. Her wetness made the ride silky. The tracks could feel the train begin to melt with her. The train whistled louder and louder. The two knew they would be arriving soon. Her locomotive had no intention in slowing down. The tracks squealed along side her. The train roared louder, and the track's metal whined. They finally came into Heaven's station. The train disengaged from the tired tracks, and she kissed her step-daughter goodnight.