Sunday, April 17, 2011

Poem 107 of 365 /A Stranger Caught My Eye

A Stranger caught my eye

You sit glancing through an obstructed view of me and I catch that spark in your bright grey eyes,
your masculinity rain over me as positive energy so I smirk in humble surprise.

Your maturity is combed nicely, your athletic dedication shows complementary as I stare at your nice chest, arms and thighs,
I hear deepness in your voice as I place fictional cups at your table and mine., your 6'o clock shadow speaks to me and I admit giggling inside.

The blockade is broken as the couple between us leave to continue their day, I urn to converse with you and sit by you to show you the things I'd say.

You start to leave and clean-up a smile from me, pondering how you'll approach me...I blush though my smile with such southern hospitality as our hands embrace for awhile.

You whisper your number and in my phone it hides...
I appreciate writing about the moment, a stranger caught my eye.

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