Pretty Smile

image-post mask Pretty smile at an airport booth,
Tempting my sweet tooth.
I sit mesmerized;
Longing to catch a wisp of your hair.
Please pardon my stare,
But are you spoken for?

Oh what I wouldn't give for a date.
I recline in my seat and contemplate
An approach; alas, my timid heart
Holds me back with gun-shy shackles.
I'm captivated by your eyes and how they sparkle
Like sunlight on a natural spring,
Your silhouette about which angels sing,
Your voice as brilliant as the sun.
Your stride's as graceful as an eagle's flight.
I don't mean to be impolite,
But are you seeing anyone?

Is there a lucky soul
That awakes to the sunrise that is you?
Have you yet uttered the words I do?
If not, I wonder if we could share a moment,
A few minutes, perhaps an hour or two;
Just enough for a chance
To steal a glance at she who
Resides beneath the beauty that I see.
But how shall I approach thee?
With trembling hands and week knees,
I reach out to you with a note that reads:

Pretty smile at an airport booth,
Tempting my sweet tooth,
I've sat mesmerized;
Longing to catch a wisp of your hair...


Pictured: Yngris Gumbs


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