Blue eyes search my soul…
desires to unfetter my heart
allow a glimpse into my emotions.
I recoil from his stares…
fumble buttons on my blouse
shake a leg in a nervous twitch.
He attempts to study my awareness…
sits down offers a wide smile.
I look up into those stunning blues
a chill runs within my essence
offers a newspaper to read.
I grin while moistening my lips…
stand-up with outreached hand
to introduce myself and thank him.
His hand, warm, strong grip…
gooseflesh rips past my soul.
Hands release…
sweat lingers on my hand
part of him remains with me.
I wish to extend it back…
reverse the missing remnants.
Writer of this poem Barbara Kasey Smith " Copyright 2014 " Use by Permission
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