4 January 2013
Sitting down across me is pure pleasure in a suit. He is a beautiful specimen that's dressed to boot.
Slightly muscular and a hint of a panther tattoo on his right arm. The shirt hugs him in all the right places as he showcases charm.
With a well defined chest he's got the type that hugs you tight. Looks wonderful after lustful encounters in the light.
Will Smith type ears but it's cute on his head. They probably go red when he blushes and even in bed.
Brown hair cut short with blondish tips. He has a beautiful mouth with thin lips.
He cares about his looks but he's not so serious about it. He does it to please the woman that owns him but he'd never admit.
Smiling wrinkles around his blue grey eyes, not tanned but he gets outside. Maybe he goes to the gym, works hard at it or has a cycle to ride.
Strong hands. Long fingers. Can you tell I've been studying him? He knows his way around a woman's body, knows her like a gospel hymn.
Ah he has a cute smile! Won't you give me a number to dial?
That squarish jaw with a close shave. Such a strong profile that makes me crave.
His eyebrows crease when he's thinking hard. Planning business mergers, he's always on guard.
He's a casual business man, never mixes with pleasure. Has to make time for the woman in his life, enjoy the leisure.
I've spent an hour with him, enclosed in our own bubble. How I yearn for him to be on top of me, creating lustful trouble.
I envy the scarf caressing his neck. How I wish I could nibble and peck.
He stands up and leans, long legs which stretch forever. To him I'm nothing but a glance, a simple whomever.
He's wearing that fragrance that turns me to mush. Oh my blood is racing, I'm sure there's a blush.
He's gone now, my train lover is no more. His memory with be nothing but simple folklore.
Fleeting Thoughts • Opuss № I