I might try to look into the window of the train, but I see the reflection of you, the object of my lust. I see how you push a strand of hair behind your ear trying to mask your reciprocated feelings. I try to close my eyes but your absence in my vision just increases my lust. When I cannot see you I can undress you and feel your breast in my cupped hands and I know that just by being really close to you I can handle desires, and lust will turn to affection between friends
The way you carefully caress the open book are like cooing doves.
In Novosibirsk Paulo realize he feels lust for Hilal. I have to admit that a few times I have felt a little bit of desire for someone, and I must admit looking through the window at her reflection does not help.
Linked to Carpe Diem
January 13, 2014