|| The Look|
|| Christopher W. Thomas (firstname.lastname@example.org) |
|| Thurs Feb 4, 1999 at 11:34AM |
This morn, walking up the hill
Happenstance ... quite a thrill
For the dog lumbered along
Oblivious to traffic's throng ...
Coming up behind was a bus
And coming downhill towards us ...
A pretty brunette, in a compact car
Not finding room to pass us far ...
So she stopped her car in front of dog
And waited patiently as I steered her off
Then attempted to give me a cross look
But it melted into a smile to make me cook
It was warm and engaging and a little playful
And my heart skipped a beat as the eyeful
Ran straight through my body to my heat ...
And words started to form on lips to meet
Her gaze ... and the way she'd made me feel ...
It was all I could do to resist asking her to meal
But I suspect her initial ire would've resurfaced
At being made to come to a stop on purpose
So I let the moment trickle through all my parts
Continuing up the hill without a backward glance
Trying hard to not stumble as things got in the way
My smile brightening as I urged my beloved dog to lay
For I could not walk just then ... and had to stand still
Until that wonderful look which'd caused the instant thrill
Faded ... and my body returned to its previous stance
Before the excitement it received from that single glance
© Christopher W. Thomas
10:33am Thurs. Feb. 4th, 1999