useta like Tina wearing stockings.
little lady. she had shapely leg's
so how come it was me
who would smile, awhile,
when I reached that giggle-zone.
What's at the head of the list NOW?
'coz really
this NOW
is all you can deal with.
You can be ready for the future,
sure; and even regret the past
but that all pales into insignificance,
compared to this NOW.
Ahead of me she walks, black buttocks, encased in skintight light-blue, worn denim,
that flares out a little at the knees.
She walks; and long shining raven-black long hair, coating her shoulders, as she strides ahead of me.
And, it passes through my mind, that actions of this kind, may seem like I stalk her.
It’s not for the wont of desire; and I can’t help but increase my pace, to see whether her face, matches the beauty of what I see.
The curtains open somewhat, the first thing I noticed as I opened an eye, was a full moon, high up in the sky. A coffee or three later, I print out a CV and having finally got rid of the beard, I set out the papers I’d need; and a flask of coffee, as indeed, I’d no idea, how long this interview would last. Yet, when it’s time to leave for my train, momentarily panic sets into my brain, as the cistern handle nearly comes off in my hand. And, all I can think of is, “That wasn’t planned!”
As their eyes meet once again, their heartbeat faster; and wants to further that meeting of their mutual moment of Now.
His eyes fixed on his hers; he took those few paces across the room, to where she stood. She stands trembling, awaiting his touch.
And when his touch came, fingertips at first, she closed her eyes, as if to deprive this sense in favour of that other, of touch.
What had been sought, that connection had been made.
He felt her flesh, with a gentle touch, delighted to note her acquiescence.
As their eyes met, once again…
COMMENTS
amazing writing
*Nods*
sigh...
so very true too.
btw... loved the pics =)
One reason I love your writing....you take an idea, no matter how small and turn it into beauty.
Is it Soroptimists?
Or, is it optimists?
Or, is it.. ?
just something,
ending in ‘ist’?
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