There is just something very sexy <br />about the way she twists and plays <br />with that short section of fine hair <br />on the left side of her pretty head; wrapping <br />it around her index finger and painted nail <br />as she glances into her car's rearview mirror <br />while she waits for the light to turn green <br />Meanwhile I stare at her in wonderment and pray… <br />that we are stuck in traffic forever… <br />The fantasy ends as the car behind me <br />honks for Jesus… <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erroneous-perceptions-of-reality-in-a-late-afternoon-s-sun/
