His eyes meet hers, <br />hold her gaze momentarily, <br />let her drift into a state of tranquility <br />somehow believing he's trustworthy. <br /> <br />Working down to his cheeks and nose, <br />they hold a hint of sexual mischief, <br />and stir feelings in her loins <br />that have her grinning. <br /> <br />His jaw line aches to be kissed, <br />manly, strong yet childlike. <br />He has a certain vulnerability <br />but as he returns to the morning news <br /> <br />she pretends to be interested in the headlines <br />on the back of his paper, <br />from the other side of the 9.15 <br />as it jogs into Liverpool Street Station.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-train-ride/
