He smiled from behind his shades
Raised a brow, cocking his head
Asking if I was coming on;
Alas, he’s not the one I was
Waiting for, so I shook my head and
Waved with a smile bright as day
To which he waved and returned,
A tad wryly, yet a smile nonetheless
Chanced, before we pulled away.
When the daily becomes
Refreshing, and senses
Are wide open, the fresh
New sojourner revels and
Old gems are rediscovered.
Let the light shine in
Even darkest corners, and
The spirit of Christmas inspire
Peace, hope and happiness.
(Photo location: Cape Santiago Lighthouse, New Taipei City, Taiwan)
Filed under culture, emotions, faith, feelings, God, love, poetry, style, travel, trust, writing
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.
Ethereal the sunset flight
On Pegasus’ wings.