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Let the light shine in
In slumber he fell
Too good a chance
To strike a few poses
While he’s in dreamland
“Bill, sir” – stifled giggles on
A perfect pic, but joke’s on us cuz
The boy was feigning it!
Maybe I might see him again. 😉
Stepping off the bus, she stood at the bus-stop for a moment, one arm clutching her Macbook to her bosom while she held her wallet, the other hand unzipping it busily to slot in her transport card.
Zipping her wallet back up, she proceeded to unzip her haversack. Stuffing the wallet in, she pulled the zipper back up then looked up, heaving a sigh of accomplishment.
At that moment, she saw him.
He was staring at her from the window of the bus she had alighted, which was for some reason still at the bus stop, brows slightly furrowed as though considering something about her.
She stopped and he saw her looking at him.
He gave her a boyish smile, and she smiled back. Then as the bus lurched off, he broke into a warm, acknowledging grin and tipped his fingers in a two-finger salute as she held his gaze, then watched as the vehicle went along on his way before she went on hers, still a smile on her face.
He checked her out.
Letting his eyes run down the contours of her body slowly and back up.
Forced into his full view by the crowd, she had noticed him the minute he glanced up.
The crowd alighted.
A space appeared right between them, stark naked.
New crowd entered.
That space was almost immediately taken, somewhat a relief.
He turned on his tablet and she took in the scene of clinical oblivion, glued commuters and their beloved screens.
As the train pulled in, their eyes met. She gave him a slight smile. He returned it.
Then he rose.
Pushing through, he came towards her.
As he passed, the air between them was all over each other, tangled and desirous, raw and sexual.
He thrusted, harder and urgent; she clawed with the whites of her eyes, gasping, rhythmic.
Then he was gone.
The train picked up speed.
She smiled to herself.
A friendly poetry challenge
Appeared with a similar theme
So here’s the previous post
Re-formed in poetry. 🙂
He was seated at the table
Glass of wine in his hand
Sultry was the afternoon
Some summer breezes fan
The town bustle and chatter
Filled the air in his wait
Till he looked up as he heard
Her voice – “Sorry I’m late!”
He set his glass down, as she
Arrived at his table
A smile on his lips
“I’m glad you were able.”
“Well I kept my promise
To meet you today.”
He took a sip from his glass
His eyes not leaving her face
She reached for her own
Lips curled in a wicked smile
“Amici e vino sono meglio vecchi.”
Made him guffaw a while
“Are you saying that I’m old?”
He winked and took a sip
“I’m saying we get better with age
Like fine wine and friendship.”
The bus lurched to a halt and the flaps retracted.
Instinctively, she glanced up, only to be met by a stranger’s eyes. For a moment, they held each other; his mouth curved up into a slight smile and she reciprocated.
In that moment, a meeting, an acquaintance, a brief connection if you must, yet a moment that prompted neither to move. He broke away and she did too.
As the doors clamped back into position, he returned gaze in farewell and she allowed it to be so, a faint smile on her lips as the vehicle pulled her away.