Without

It was just another empty stare across an empty room. My lack of confidence overpowered my sense of adventure and because of it I’ll never know what her lips felt like touching my inner thigh.

She was a beautiful blonde, her golden tresses reached to her sexy waistline. Her hair joyfully danced across her shoulders as she walked or turned her head. I knew that my writer’s hands would appreciate coursing through her curled and twisted strands of golden delight. If I could only find courage in my Pepsi, but spilled tears won’t even keep my drink cold.

Even at a distance her eyes, those sapphire blue eyes, sparkled like gemstones. They held a magic all of their own; I felt myself, and others like me, being lured in and yet I kept my butt on my barstool. Her eyes did everything but reach out and drag me in. I still wish they had but if wishes were horses, I wouldn’t have a saddle.

When I close off into my little corner and only think of her I can smell her flowery perfume that she wore. This heavenly aroma made those others, and me, stand up and take notice of other aspects of her angel-like qualities. Deep down, even though she returned my curious, wanting glances I knew that there was not going to be a relationship between this woman and me. Such is life of a bashful recluse.

It isn’t doing me any good to sit here and reminisce about a woman I know is out of my league. There is nothing to gain by even writing about this person, but still I can’t get her off of my mind. Maybe I’ll know what to do next time I run into a woman whom I can’t get out of my head.