Monday, January 28, 2008

Tunnel of Dreams

She walked onto the train right before the doors shut. She looked around and then took a seat. I remember her glasses caught my attention. They were like a school teacher’s glasses, rectangle shape, but all white and a little bigger then the normal size. They sat on the edge of her nose. What was so unique about her, she dressed in all black from head to toe, black shirt, black coat, black skirt, black stocking and black boots. But two items were not black, her glasses and Ipod cord. She had long wavy dirty blond hair and she was a little older then me. I knew she was a least 6 foot tall which gave off a presence that was very powerful. She was the most powerful attractive woman on that train.

Down in the underground and on that long steel rail she listens to her music with her eyes shut. Rolling her head from side to side, and rubbing the back her neck. She looked tired and wished she had someone there to stand behind her and gently placing their fingers in back her head, walking them down her slim neck to her shoulders then giving just enough pressure to force the knots of daily stress out of her body. She looked a little upset as if she was remembering something the night before. I could see it, it was in her face, that she thinking about another person and how good it was. She did not wanted to give it up, but the train continue on its way. I bet it was nice, and sexy if not hot. She wanted to be touched, you could tell. She rubbed her hands together, thumb on the back of the palm as if it was two people laying in bed together gently touching, holding each arms and enjoying the sense of touch. At one point she licked her lips with her tongue, she could even taste it. It was that good. “Bedford Stop” the train said. She opened her eyes but it was not her stop. Picking up her purse and rested it high on her right shoulder. She moved her hair to one side of her head by holding it back with her free hand, tilting her head to the left exposing her neck. I wanted to kiss her neck. When the doors shut again, she went back into her dream state to remember again. Or was it her music from her ipod that just made her body language so attractive. This time it was my stop. I walked to the exit of the station watching the train carrying her into the darkness of the tunnel, The Tunnel of Dreams. It was the same long tunnel where I just came from, and where my eyes were also shut…...…...My night angel!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

shawn! is this... just a little bit... stalker? creepy? i think you're the "night prowler." you should make sure your readers know your good intentions... and that you not scary you know