Transport

He walked by, looking into my eyes for a brief moment. His deep blue eyes the color of sapphires in the sun drew me in. He turned to continue on his way, his brown hair waving gently at the nape of his neck. His strong shoulders flowed into well developed muscles in his arms and back and buttocks. "He's gone Jane. You can save that tasty day dream for later," my friend sang mockingly. My transport to rapture came to a sudden halt and I glared at my unkind friend.

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