Something I said.

Something I said.......

I don't think I speak her language.

But she speaks mine.

She just chooses not to.

Finding more joy in my pursuit.

We both know the catch.

But refuse to be.

Caught.

Dark Hair.

Brown Eyes, Red Lips.

Begging to be touched

Or brushed up against.

But then I don't speak her langauge.

So I could be mistaken.

Some two hour flight to forget what the ground feels like.

And still, I get dragged down to earth.

Funny how all of my angels prefer to walk.

Then flyy.

Mid Flight her hand touches mine.

And decides to get comfortable.

Followed by a smile.

That says all I need to know.

Hello.......