The Fascination...
There you were
assured, sans contriving to announce
nonconformity
disregarding black leather and chains;
no painted nor pierced flesh obvious...
There you were
sweet, and unassumingly divine in your
simplicity
without a look of here's trouble, baby;
no heavy-lidded dangerous sexy smile...
There you were
just a succulent specimen of maleness
purely
cleancut stonewashed and cottonshirt virile
radiating scent of fresh air and crisp sunshine...
There I went
swept into luscious fantasy of minutes
fervently
clandestine brown-eyed stare capturing you
uninvited - unfelt, pensive and privately burning...
Then you left
smooth-muscled and heated, that saunter
captivatingly
seizing imagined kisses under long-lashed lids
languid wonderings of these enternal seconds...
kecline / 061197
Anonymousy ode to a handsome man outside the bookstore on a brilliant North Carolina day...