After the incident
I didn't go back to that store
For days.
I was mortified.
This man.
This man who I thought looked
As if Angels themselves
Had chiseled him
From fine marble.
This man must have thought
I was a lunatic.
Or a bitch.
I didn't even say "Thank you
For helping me up."
I just left him in the dust.
He probably just thought
I was
Some
Dumb
Child.
So I stayed home.
Until I had to leave.
Not on my own accord.
As a favor to my mother.
Thanks mom.
So off I went
To more than likely
Embarrass myself
Further.
And there he was
Smoking.
As I had seen
On the first day.
This time I'm the one who stared.
For the first time I really
Noticed
His features.
His light brown hair,
Shaggy.
His dark eyes,
Angry.
His smile,
Faded.
His shoulders,
Tense.
This man looked
Infuriated.
And
Very
Sexy.
The passion in his expression
It hit me deep.
Wrenched a sound from
The pit of my stomach
The got caught in my throat
And finally escaped as a quiet
Gasp.
He was so caught up
In his emotions and his
Fury,
He didn't even notice me.
Until I sat down beside him.
"May I have one?"
I didn't even look at him
Because I know I would
Lose my courage.
Staring straight ahead
I composed myself completely
Cool as water.
Calm as breeze.
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Pale
Poetry*Warning this book is highly mature. 18+ or very mature please! This is due mature content such as vivid sexual content, underage drinking, drug use, violence, and strong language.*
