Your eyes spoke
a language I understood,
the only rope stretching
between us, everything else
separated by a universe
and droves of years.
Your tall, dark and handsome
youth wanted me in a big way
and a bigger way when I sat alone
as my husband meandered into the w.c.
and you gave me a moment of you.
I pushed to ignore the short-lived
intensity of our magnetic attraction
because in the end it wouldn't matter,
but as a woman entering her sixth decade
your desire ripped me from my complacency,
until there in The Naples airport you put on your
sunglasses and wheeled your suitcase out
from baggage claim, turned around
and slid them to the tip of your nose,
licked your lips from side to side,
smiled and walked outside, thrusting into your
world and sending me back into mine.
Causes Diana Raab Supports
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