while in the bus...

Here is what was going on in my mind after i got down from the bus today.


as i rested my hand on the window beside me,
the wind blew in my face, it blew in her hair too,
and just as she let her hair loose,
gently it lapped onto my fingers, making me tingle,
her hair was like the smoothest strand of silk,
her hair was like the softest strand of cotton,
and as she moved her slender fingers through her hair,
the glamorous locks danced and obeyed at the same time,
it fell off her shoulders magnificently,
and bounced in the gushes or air through the window.
and as her hair touched my fingers,
i knew i wanted to touch them too,
i wanted to feel them, i wanted to caress them,
and there they were calling out to me too,
but i could not touch them then,
for i didn’t know if she knew,
how much i wanted to touch her hair,
and how much i wanted to touch her too.
i just wanted to feel her
and i wanted to feel her smile too
i wanted to hold her close to me
and i wanted to hold her forever too
i wanted to tell her what she meant to me
and i wanted her to remember for ever too,
for she was as magnificent a woman that God could make,
and she was the best of them all too.