"Wait, who was that?"
I think to myself, and
Almost stop dead in my tracks.
Didn't hear what she said.
Quite frankly, I couldn't care less.
On second thought, I think it had something to do with me,
But before my overthinking gets me, I'll just let it go.
It was more about how she said it, how it sounded.
No idea what it was, but something about that voice
Just put me at ease and on edge simultaneously.
Like that didn't do it, I caught a whiff of her cologne,
Or perfume, or spray, or whatever the heck she had on.
I might not go as far as saying it engulfed me, but
It teased me, and I could've sworn it was pheromones.
A quick turn and a glimpse later and the proposition becomes even more attractive.
The veil of night's darkness blurs out her face and almost all else
I can only admire the little I can see for so long
Before she takes a sharp left, beyond my sight.
As shallow as I may sound, I have all justification to pursue,
But I have only a silhouette, and not much else to go by.
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You
PoetryIn "You," a captivating poetry anthology by Victor 'Prof' Odulate, the author returns to similar themes and akin to those found in his debut anthology: "Woes of a Hopeless Romantic". Immerse yourself in a journey of emotions and introspection. From...
