her eyes were captivating
full a fire and sensuality
almost as dark as onyx
depth unknown
her lips were moving
making sound
I didn't hear a word
I was too busy being mesmerized
by their elegant movement
a ballet of perfect form
I tried not to let my gaze linger
to let it be obvious
she kept turning
looking my direction
making it near impossible
as if only to test me
to torture me
knowing the invisible barrier
between 23C and 24E
would keep desire at bay
I watched as she consumed
One scotch after another
on a 10:15 flight to paradise
It was 10:30 am
my kind of woman
the invisible barrier
was like the Berlin wall
she was using a toothpick
to try to bring it down
Vé con dios.
Te veré en el otro lado.