SPANISH EYES

 

I sat drinking black coffee alone in the café

I noticed her instantly as she entered

powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn

towards the striking young woman’s beauty, her hair

black as a raven’s wing caressed the dark

skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed

the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.

Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate

curve of her nose and finally the depth of her

dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding

my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.

My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness

of her neck and shoulders until reaching

her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed

their fullness, her smile broadened and her

cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of

my loins, she turned away and I continued my

journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her

firm buttocks like a second skin hugging

her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down

opposite me my gaze once more returned

to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they

rearranged themselves within their lacy

confines. Then our eyes met again and she

smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in

them. She paused and opened her bag and

took out a cigarette and holding it

in her slender fingers for a moment

before placing it between her moist lips

envying its intimacy as I lit it

I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed   

drank more coffee talked and laughed some more

Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs

I was held captive by her Spanish eyes