Thank you for such a warm welcome back to the Den! :-)

Brown wavy hair, reaching good length
rich and smooth his accent flirts;
echoing eyes - I with no strength -
sly pout to, composure, divert.

Muscles smooth, curves of his own -
romance tainting timidness -
his smile speaks what I've known,
I'm poisoined by giddiness.

He wears jeans, a dirty shirt,
I'm feeling quite underdressed,
unrelaxed; my tone is curt.
Somehow he is still impressed.

Skin glowing in the sunshine,
his body shadowed by clouds,
I looked away just in time
to hear my thoughts were outloud.

In the shadows of his arms
in the warmth of our amour,
I soon wake in much alarm
he's but a dream, nothing more.

Walking 'long, a breezy night,
the breeze of a passer-by
who's seemingly out of sight,
catches my gaze,
irony, I'm amazed,
towards me walks Mr Right.

(C) Brittany Renee 2005