Likewise

We met near the boulevard
I often frequent
If it were not
For his hair
I may still forget
But not yet

Blonde,
With curls bouncing wildly
Despite the attempted
Pony-tail

He asked to see
My eyes
Again
To see if
Our souls
Matched,
I suppose

The broad smile
That followed
Led to
Provocative conversation
Then an invitation
To fly

Accepted
We glided above
The streets
Each with
One arm outstretched
To catch the breeze
As though
We had wings

Before I had to go
He asked
For my number
And planted one
On my cheek
I complied
But not by giving mine
Just taking his
With a promise
To call him

Still at a loss
Regarding my title
Well, its simple
That was my response
To his compliment
Of how
My body
Felt against his
While flying

To be a little more specific of the highlight of my day, I went for a short scooter ride with a mysterious man. He is very attractive and apparently well known. I enjoyed our encounter enough to write a poem.

There is another man in my life though who is the real Peter Pan. He truly made me soar after that little lesson from a stranger. It is wonderful to have that feeling while awake. You know no fear. He is exceptional. A pray for famous success in all his endeavors.