I looked across the room and saw him sitting there and his maleness dazzled me.

By chance I wandered into Santa Fe,
Then I saw HIM, seated at a table, in a local cafe.
He was having a Margarita, soakin up color and enjoying the view,
OOOOO I was enjoying the view too.
He was dark and dreamy, with bedroom eyes,
The kind when he looked at you, you silently sigh.
I wondered why he was sitting alone,
Did he have a little woman waiting for him at home?
He had the looks to make a woman purr,
He had the brooding look of a deep thinker, causing blood to stir.
As I drank my lemonade, my eyes drank him in,
He had sex appeal and a boyish grin.
I required no food, for he was a feast for the eyes,
As I watched him intently, I silently sighed.
He would never know that he had made my day,
He had tickled my fancy and made fantasies play.
I enjoyed observing him so very much,
But he was like a fine piece of art, that you may look at, but not touch!