Watching from across a crowded room
that seems empty next to her.
I only want to reach out and touch
her strawberry locks,
to feel their natural spring.
Thoughts of caressing her soft velvety skin,
examining every perfect pore
sends shivers down my spine.
I want to know her more intimately
than she can possibly guess,
but the thought of her knowing seems
both scary and exciting.
She smiles across at me
her eyes wrinkling into a smile of their own
and I feel the butterflies in my stomach
do back-flips and flip-flops.
She smooths her hand down her loose
white-ribbed tank
and stops at her bare midriff,
and I feel myself growing warm all over
at the mere sight of her,
a sight that stirs in me
every holy and unholy thought
that I can create.
I take a breath to slow my heart
and try to concentrate on the subject at hand,
but I find my thoughts blurring
till there is nothing left but her,
and I find myself pondering over
her smiling eyes. |
Submission Name: Pondering
