Savor This One
My mind, my body, my eyes,
have this perpetual desire,
though it’s, well, known, has indeed,
been done, thought about, imagined,
I’ve read about it, been turned on by it,
felt the enticement of the excitement
Yet I cannot still call it my own,
a thoughtful repose,
a candid shot in the mind of others,
I still only count upon the fantasy.
A gray day, an indiscernible disappointment
for others it is the excitement,
people watching, people seeing, people wanting,
different shapes and atmosphere and mood.
In the coffee shop on a simple afternoon,
where the stories are being told,
yet we are all so left alone.
A dark persona meant to simply allow space,
moves with a silent purpose,
eyes upon her are anticipated,
yet she has practiced diversion,
allows her life to be contained,
cup in hand, glance to the walls,
all filled with humanity inside their frame.
Choose the table,
please, I’ve arranged myself for you,
to be nearby, close enough to know eyes
suggest a scene,
only if you decide,
I can wish upon a dream,
I can hope to set the tone for this scene.
Wraparound legs, a turtleneck plays inside silk design,
she is stunning in her desire to be the elegance
she certainly portrays in a delicious
Sit there – my eyes dart away, my expression flush,
I wait in hope this lovely woman
will allow my eyes to exchange smiles with her,
though there is more to the story,
a lust, a desire, a certain silent seduction,
a pairing of ideals, of mood, of anticipation,
I would if given avenue, begin a quiet caress,
soft shoulders that speak of need,
lips, with little of a painted display,
yet certain to provide the sensuality my yearn
might feel if given a key to this fantasy.
She sips, while book open, her eyes devour
this moment with a delicious affect
speaks to my loins, I do want her now,
she glances my way,
the intensity of my need widens her eyes,
her book closes, a sip, a moment to ponder,
she steps out of my fantasy, to yet an exit nearby.
Deftly, my books close, book bag sorted,
my exit apparent,
I reach the car,
step inside with my state of mind,
anyone might ascertain,
yet remains completely my own,
for the moment.
‘Did that work’ she says, with a smile, buckling in.
I glance upon lithesome … eyes,
the pullover she knows is my favorite,
a complimentary scarf so elegant,
I gather a breath, ‘Oh my, I do so … ‘
sweet lips entangle my reaching gasp.