Stranger ? ( 55FICTION # 7 )

 

The stranger stares at me, a question in his eyes

And somehow I know, I can’t tell him lies

He can see right into my heart and soul

He knows my pain even if tears don’t roll

I try to smile, but it’s all in vain

So I  turn away from the mirror, once again.

She’s so cool………

It was a hot & sultry summer evening.

I picked her up on my way back home.

She was what  I needed to take my mind of things

& make me forget the  heat.

 I glanced  at her, as she sat in the seat next to me

as I drove home, in my car.

I could see the  beads of sweat  glistening on her body.

Yet she was so cool.

We reached home & I couldn’t wait any longer .

I wasted no time,

I held her by the waist , and lifted her up,

 my lips on hers .

 and my thirst was instantly quenched,

 as I sipped from the bottle of iced tea.



 

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She was made for me..………. ( 55 FICTION #6 )

 

She waits for me.
She’s all  alone.

While I’m away ,

She feels all empty ,

As if the only purpose of her existence,

has been, having me between her arms.

She’s complete when I’m with her.

I close my eyes , feeling  totally  relaxed, in her soft comfort.

She’s always been my favourite chair.

 

  ( P.S.  Picture courtesy - GOOGLE )