I Met a Soldier In a Bar

Turning, at the last second. I catch the briefest flicker of your smile through the crowd. Like lighting - on this cloudy and wind-swept afternoon - it thrills me to my soul. I wonder. I wander through my lust. I picture your body, naked and pure. I long to touch it, to taste it, to find pleasure in it’s perfection. To find reprieve in your arms. A dangerous and delicious endeavor. Swiftly, I pull myself from this longing. You are moving toward me. A generous glittering in your eyes making my hope a true and tangible thing. A wink, a nod and I know that you are mine. I move toward the door and you are at my side. © 2007 Raymond J Wright