In Passionate glances I see glimpses of you. Under your thick winter coat I picture you.
The cold winter air evaporates in the moment as I see you here and there, from time to time a chance meeting.
Who are you?
Your beauty not hidden by the bulk of a warm winter wrap.
I am drawn to you and I can barely see you.
Your hood hides your hair, but I know it is awesome.
Your face partially covered as the hood hangs down in an alluring way, mysteriously.
I am most definitely undressing you in my mind.
But all I want is to pull back your hood so that I can see the line of your neck.
That graceful firm elegant neckline that is totally concealed by winter garment.
I am drawn to you. I want to kiss your neck gently.
I can feel you. I can sense your essence. I want you
I am attracted to you with strong magnetic pull.
I can feel you. I am intoxicated by your enticing aroma.
I am on fire with intrigue, who are you?
I want to know you.
Everything left to the imagination and everything about you I want to embrace..
Who are you? I want to know you……………….
With Passionate Glances I dream of you waiting passionately.
WHO ARE YOU,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,