On The L Train

...sometimes my muse finds me smiling..

On The L Train

Creamy thighs stared at me

from across the aisle,

while glimmering eyes

hid behind dark shades.

Occasionally,

a slight smile hinted

at her intention,

her wild dream's alliteration.

She was a dark haired poem

that bewitched

and beckoned.

I was the pen she needed

and when she arose 

to get off the train,

I followed her

into the warm spring night.

She surrounded me with oblivion

and these words

burning on a small

sheet of paper:

“Beseme mucho, mi amante”

~~redzone 5.12.14

Author's Note

thanks for reading.... and damn straight I kissed her back... who could resist their muse???

hmmm, captcha: sophic

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A gorgeous write romantic poet. Some memorable lines in between. Surely you serenade the ladies.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Wow, steamy words here... loved this lines.."She surrounded me with oblivion" the idea of a woman that can take away all the senses that perceive the outside world, beyond her..mmm... well that is a gorgeous thought, that every woman would love to know she was the spark that created it. Well Done, loving your work so far...how was it, what did you say...2 for 2 now...lol. I will be back for more.

[redzone]

I am counting on your visits, thanks. ;0)

[redzone]

or should that be counting the visits.. er..

[Ghost of Jupiter]

hahaha either way redzone...lol

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

She was a dark haired poem
that bewitched
and beckoned.
I was the pen she needed

An awesome poem all around but I particuarlly liked these lines.