Walking downtown with friends
its a hot day
we are all trying to strut our stuff and keep dry
Watching the boys, watching us, trying to hide their lust, loving the rush.
Suddenly, I see him, wait, is he looking back at me!?
I take a breath and stick out my chest and hold my head higher as we walk closer to each other
I want to look away and cant, his eyes seem to be laughing at me , is he saying hi!?
Exchange a pleasant greeting, his eyes are eating me.
I remind myself to breath; I think I motioned for my girlfriends to leave
I know he must see how his nearness is affecting me,
Wishing I could pull out my heart to stop the pounding that I’m sure is giving me away
Is it getting even warmer out here?
We keep talking and I try to make full sentences, he smiles and I think I stop breathing.
Trying not to look at his arms glistening in the sun; did he just catch me?! Now I want to run…
Where are my friends? They have all walked on.
How long have we stood here?
He asks such good questions, and listens to the answer.
I find I actually want to hear what he has to say about…well everything.
Not to be pathetic, but I’m imagining him holding me- snap back to present
He moves in to say goodbye, I hope I smell ok!
Did he just brush my lower back? I feel the shivers down my legs
Wishes he wouldn’t pull away.
We exchange numbers, meeting tomorrow for tea
Wait until he turns the corner and I have wings on my feet as I run to tell my girlfriends in a rush, the magic of his touch…tomorrow get here soon!