Side by side,skin to skin
two strangers inside
the front seat of a car.
The windows were open,
the aircon was off.
Breathing,I smelled
her fragrant perfume,
her long,soft hair
caressed my cheeks.
So close,two unacquainted souls
it would have been too nice
if I could just ask her name
but just when I
mustered the needed courage,
the beautiful stranger
got off the car.
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The Daily Commute
PoetryWe are constantly on a move. Going out, going home. And every day is a new story.op Let's recount the moments We spend on the road.
