Just Two Seats Apart

He had that beautiful skin.
Those manly pacific blue eyes.
The way his sandy hair moves like a rabbit's tail.
That move of him when he brushes his hair.
When he shows his side view just as I peek.
A ladykiller's smile that smitten me by that moment.
His gestures and postures that I seriously wanted to record in my phone.
Arms though a bit skinny yet with a figure.
Masculine neck that I selfishly wanted to touch.
As he just did that number 4 position, I wishfully wanted to reach.
Reach him and never dare to shower my hand.
Yet I can't.
After all,
we're just ...two seats apart.