As dusk was sitting in the street of my run, a
car passed, going west as I was heading east. A Latino
with long hair tied back. That didn't get me.
But what did was his eyes.
In the seconds that ground to a halt,
our eyes met.
For the briefest of moments,
electricity shocked its way through.
And I could feel his gaze roam over me as
though the eyes were hands.
And the skin could feel the things
that'd transpire between us.
Wicked things, tinged in streaks of
danger and sin.
Then the light turned green
and he was gone.
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