Intimate Journeys in "in your eyes leaks"

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and in your eyes leaks. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “in your eyes leaks” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see in your eyes leaks come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “in your eyes leaks, in your eyes leaks, fuck, in your eyes leaks!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “in your eyes leaks” release.