Through The Peephole

The door knocks,
Someone is there?
I look through the peephole.
I see this person,
Tall, slender, sexy as hell.
I see them waiting, patiently, turning into
Impatience.
Then them pressing on the door bell that no
One ever uses.
I unlock the door and open it to greet them,
But as the door opens I see no one in front of
Me.
I look towards the stairs and hear someone
walking down the stairs.
I couldn't see who.
I called out but no one answered back.
Then I hear the sound of the main door
Closing.
Good bye whom ever you are.
I hope you have a safe journey.
This feeling would stay with me
For days.
Still not knowing who it was.
I could just imagine.

Aug 06/13




Quae Nocent Docent.. . .