Waking Dream

A Waking Dream She wasn’t perfect none of us are her face was lined with experience and comfort crows feet at her eyes laugh lines in her smile dark hair flecked with grey pulled into a loose ponytail walking with back straight metronomic hips in motion calves flexing with each step there was an aura about her that caught my fancy slowing at a bistro doorway smiling at the images I had just experienced and glad there were women on the planet to make it a reality I couldn’t help but stare at her as she read a menu posted in the window shifting her stance as she read she put one hand on her hip the way some women do four fingers pointing back thumb out so incredibly sensual then a tall guy put his arms around her waist and she turned into his kiss immediately I walked away slowly smiling at my waking dream...