I sat in my seat and just watched you.
Yes, I was hiding, but my sunglasses gave me a chance to look at you.
I admired your hair.
Soft, silky dark brown, hues shining when they caught in the sun, not too short.
I wanted to run my fingers through it.
Oh, your eyes, I gazed too long, they were caramel, long lashes. You felt my eyes on you, looked, then looked away.
Nice small nose and I admit I did stare at your lips. Pink, plumb and inviting.
You swiped you tongue on the bottom one, thinking and I swallowed.
Your short prickly beard, just the right length to get a lady day dreaming about.
Mhh you hands, so big, veiny, capable. You were scrolling down on your phone. Probably checking Facebook at the end of the day.
I think your neon green top and blue pants contributed to my unholy thoughts. A traidie.
I smiled a little when you leaned forward, your eyes glued to phone, frowning and exhaled. What did you see?
I did fall in love.
It was only forty minutes of my ride, but I’m grateful I met you.