WOODY FRAN - THE WOMAN ON THE TRAIN...

Woody is a paramedic in NJ who has a passion for writing.  He writes poetry and short stories on the side when not saving lives, teaching EMS, or renovating houses.  It has always been his passion but unfortunately has laid dormant for quite some time.  He's unburied it, rekindling its spark, and is trying to give this old flame a rebirth.  Hope you enjoy his work.

​The woman on the train….

​She caught my eye as she boarded
She was absolutely stunning in every way
A subtle fragrance of perfume as she passed
She was graceful and elegant as she carried herself
She sat in her seat and gazed out the window
Her crystal green eyes drifting off deep in thought 
I watched her from my seat across the train
Taking in every last luscious drop
I compared her presence to being a kin to
The first cool sip of white wine at the end of a stressful day
I imagined her being quenching my parched lips
That first sip calming me with an erotic flavor
Stimulating my taste buds and rolling down the back of my throat
And radiating throughout my body down to my toes
I imagined the smell of her silky smooth body
Like the sweet aroma of fine food to a starving man
A smell that drifts up each nostrils
And permeates to every brain cell its sweet essence
I imagined the feel of her creamy velvety skin
As if felt for the very first time by a shipwrecked person
After spending years alone and in seclusion
Like a man touching his wife after being let out of prison
I imagined her hair, fine wisps of silk strands
Bathed in a fruitful flowery showered fragrance
Laying casually about her beautiful face and curved shoulders
Dancing casually as she moved delicately about
I imagined her curves as if gazing at fine art
Beautiful pieces sculpted by a master sculptor
Sweeping smoothly and gracefully along her form
Flawless, delicate, sleek, and soft
I imagined the fragrance of her skin
The human scent of her warm flesh
The warm smell of her breath as she lay close
The sweet aroma of her arousal
I imagined caressing her body
Tracing her form with the tip of my fingers
Sweeping her treasures exploring her secrets
Caressing her mysteries and stimulating her soul
I imagined tasting her flavor
The sweetness of her mouth as we kiss
Sweet saltiness as our heat began to ensue
The sweet bouquet of tangy musky fruit
I imagined the contact of our bodies
The unimaginable warmth
The incredible passion as we melted together
The inseparable embrace as we lay as one
Then the train started slowing
And the doors opened
And as casually as she appeared, she was gone
Gone to conquer the world I imagine
But I'm sure wherever she went
Her beauty would radiate
To whomever encountered her
As it had to me