There is just something very sexy
about the way she twists and plays
with that short section of fine hair
on the left side of her pretty head; wrapping
it around her index finger and painted nail
as she glances into her car's rearview mirror
while she waits for the light to turn green
Meanwhile I stare at her in wonderment and pray…
that we are stuck in traffic forever…
The fantasy ends as the car behind me
honks for Jesus…
2008 © T Sheridan
Yup, been there, and, strangely, i don't think taking a picture would make it last longer.
Very good Ted, i can just picture that scene now! Thanks for the share! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poetry gazing at the rear of a future which went that-a-way! Rgds, Ivan