The Pleasant Ride

I wrote this in a bus but the lady beside me was my inspiration. Funny thing, she didn't know she was.

Dainty fingers like exotic chocolate bars
Fair skin, clear like a mother fountain
The wind blows her hair on her face
And as she motions to move it aside
Her hands moves with such aura of sweetness.
Her dark cloak conceals the beauty of her legs
And her netted shirt reveals the elegance of her firm shoulders,
Which leaves her back upright,
Upright, as she is in character.
The colour on her lips I'll gladly paint my world,
So I closed my eyes and let it wash away all that wasn't pink.
My elbow grazed her back,
And twas warm like a diner's freshly cooked meal,
Our shoulders touched for a while that I didn't record
But my heart paced as long as the touch was.
I felt her palm as they grazed my leg
For it sent shock waves up to my spine
-And as you know, I've stopped tickling-
Her voice flowed out like a siren's call
Calling me to bliss alive than to a sailor's death.
If I could see her words, they'll be beautifully coloured,
Each word a different colour from those we know exists.
For the rest of this ride,
I'll keep my thoughts on you
And...
Knock, knock, I was woken from sleep.

Reviews

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Sounds like a two part deal ,You have dreams of seeing again and used the lady on the bus, The poem was very powerful feeling all that love and excitement that makes us feel all warm a toasty :) there's nothing quite like it and I am with you on all I want that again too:) I was fixing to red this before I had a bad moment and had to take my medicine and lay down, Its funny that I didn't like idk maybe that was meant to be that way and seeing it had to come at a different time-Free will writing, the writes that linger in a wind finding its way to ones heart:) Loved it Noel:)

[Noeldeeptz]

As always Jon, you are kind with your reviews and generous with your words. I appreciate u a lot my friend

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Your very welcome:)