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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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 The first time we met was when I was driving down the road one day you know, just minding my own business trying to get to work on time, in full on traffic with everyone going about 80 miles an hour When this car pulls up next to me, and then just cuts me off almost hitting me, as I had to slam on the brakes As soon as I got a chance, I pulled up right next to this road rager to see what kind of jerk this person was, when, I saw her This ravishing beauty of woman, with the most soulful eyes I’d ever seen, looking right back at me, making this, sorry, I didn’t mean that, kind of look on her face I probably looked like some kind of doe eyed sheep or something, as I shook my head at her and gave her that, Oh, no, no problem, kind of expression on my mug, with a little bit of, Oh hey, anytime, not a problem grin too Her car, was a glowing cherry red Mine’s more a midnight blue Anywho, I was driving down the highway this morning on the way to work, and there she was, again I don’t know who she is actually, but, we see each other quite often on the same road, we travel I’ll see her pull up behind me, and yeah, I always get this smile as I let her cut in front of me, so she can assume the position, And let me get behind her real close, just the way she likes it And, so do I We then play this little cat and mouse type ritual, You know, the old, catch me, if you can, kind of thing, as we bob and weave in between, the sheets of metal and asphalt, in our own little road play, each of us trying to out maneuver the other, zigzagging through the maze of innocent bystanders, in our kind of primal chase, for eternity Every time she goes faster, or comes along side of me we always are sure to make eye contact, as I do this subtle little nod as I always let her pass me again, so I can get right up and in behind her again One time I saw her in a short flowing dress, with the sunroof open driving with, one hand, and biting her lip, and as she lifted her fingers to her mouth, she had this coy look on her face as she teased her lips, and then blew me a kiss Um, yeah, I got a little flustered on that one, and accidentally hit one of the levers on my car, and fluid came gushing out all over my windshield, as the wipers started flinging it all over the place, back and forth, back, and forth We both just looked at each other, and laughed She has the cutest, little, sly grin, that always just floors me And makes my heart start to race, every time we engage in this flirt with disaster. I’ll edge up right behind her, pressing my, hot blue steel closer and closer, to her tail pipe, putting my pedal to the metal harder and faster, as we are now driving as one, up the long and hard hills and down, the soft, and lush valleys, all through the warm, moist, fog lifting up from the soft fertile ground, or, through the heart shattering thunder, and down pours, of danger As we near my turnoff each time, I slowly start to pull out for my exit, But not before she revs up her engine, and taps her brake signals a few times as I flash my high beams, and wish her safe travels, once again Sometimes, she seems happier then others, as I probably do to her as well And sometimes I wish that I could just talk to her, and meet her, but… This morning, as I was pulling away from her, she looked at me with this almost sad glance, as she raised her eyebrows, and pointed at me, and then, back at herself as she tilted her head to the left a few times, I guess signaling me, if I wanted to follow her perhaps, and maybe, meet up finally? I must have thought about this in my mind, a thousand times before, but, As my turnoff neared, I looked back at her, and pointed to my watch, and, just shrugged, like I was late for work Which actually, I wasn’t As I went up my off ramp I saw her car keep going, and I felt this sorrowful grip, in the pit of my stomach, like I had just lost a friend And who knows, maybe I just did I’ll never know I guess, I just wanted to keep this one fantasy, alive Sorry we didn't meet my love I just couldn't take one more, Crash and Burn Freedom of expression is our, write. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Oh man. I love this and it is perfect .. such a perfect ending. I understand it and feel it. A |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I enjoyed the flirtatious play and my first reaction was that - whether the poem was fact or fiction - that was an opportunity missed, but perhaps you were right. It may not have been worth the crash and burn, but who knows? However, somehow, she didn't seem to fit your vision of the mystical woman you often describe. - Owl |
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graeshine2006 Member
since 2008-06-03
Posts 368The Prairie Lands, USA |
That was awesome.... and I like the ending. Fantasies can sometimes be more fantastically real than reality. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Richy, was that really you? The drive to work hasn't been the same since you made the 'wrong' turn! Rich, I love your naughty metaphors! I may have a bit of the 'angel' in me, but it's tiny little horns that hold up my proverbial halo!   Ride on! Linda  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Such a cute write, dear Richy! I think many love stories start on a high way or at the traffic lights ... But sometimes it's wise to let the things be as they are ... I am sure you instinctively choose the right reaction, it was for your highest good, no doubt. Wonderfully vivid write! Love, Margherita  |
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