8 lines (old flame)
I watched him walk away unaware
that I was there, an observer.
Even his walk had attitude.
His t-shirt, tucked into his pocket,
moved with him as he made his jaunty way
up the street away from me.
I was the bull in the arena;
he was my matador.
that I was there, an observer.
Even his walk had attitude.
His t-shirt, tucked into his pocket,
moved with him as he made his jaunty way
up the street away from me.
I was the bull in the arena;
he was my matador.
posted by Vickie at 9:19 PM
2 Comments:
Subtle, sexy image, V. I like the image of this guy. Sounds like my type. :-P
This is my current guy from years ago. There were a number of periods where we weren't seeing each other.
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