Quick crush and touch of lust

Earlier tonight I experienced a feeling that I sincerely can't recall when I last had. My personal internal chemistry set went expoloding belly up along with the proverbial legs up in the air when I saw a seriously handsome stranger on the Northern Line south bound platform on my way home after work.

First of what I saw of him as I was approaching my usual spot right at the end of the platform, were his tattoos winding down his shirt sleeve. I then looked down his tall legs covered in black denim and saw the flame decorated cowbow boots and thought what the...?

Once I got over the flaming boots I spotted his thumb tucked into his jeans pocket and his ever such a straight posture. Phawwrrrrrr...so far soooooo good!

Then I saw the jet black smooth long hair hanging down his back and then he turned his head like in a slow motion and I went all jelly in my head! The handsome face half shrouded with the black hair with piercing blue (not sure but thought so!) eyes looked down to mine from the height of 6'4 or there abouts and all hope of dignity was lost...I melted there and then and Nine Inch Nails song Closer started in my head.

By the time I passed him I was feeling slightly dizzy and was grateful that the train arrived. I got on and he turned and came throught the same door instead of the next one.

By this time I was probably beet root red with my impure thoughts and as he took his magnificent body and moved it fluently to the seats on the right and I made a self preserving move and took a seat on the left with a wide aisle and wide doors between us.

I collected myself and tried to cover my severly blushed face with my book and turned up the volume in my MP3 player. As surprisingly good as it felt to feel an animal attraction, the cynical me soon took over and shook away the blushing maiden behaviour.

And let's face it, nothing takes your attention better away from a handsome man than a gruesome murder in a book. I finally lifted my head up after 25 minutes when the train was nearing my station and put my book away sighing with tiredness.

But the gorgeous handsome stranger was still sitting there reading his paper totally oblivious to the inner turmoil that he caused by his uber masculinity, probably and most likely I never see again.

I left the train grinning stupidly and happy that someone actually managed to stir the primordial lust in me for the first time in a long time, even though it was just a fleeting sensation on my way home.

Anyway, this is more than what has happened to me in years anyway.

I am still smiling though of the thought and who knows...it MIGHT happen again one day ;)