I watched as he wheeled the steering ring between his palms
Watched as at a point, his middle finger rested above the wheel
While the others encircled it firmly, and loosely.
He was handsome.
With an overbearingly big nose, lovely smile
And considerably tall
And he was good on the road
He knew to control his speed.
He was amazingly aware.
Every contour, he went about it with tact.
That made me want to ride with him.
I begun to think that when we stop for lunch,
I will sit directly opposite him
I hoped that the space between our legs would be close
So I could lightly brush my legs against his brown khaki trouser
And at that instant look him in the eyes to see if he felt me.
I hoped he would smile
And I would smile back with a straw between my teeth
Sipping on terribly bitter lemonade
While savoring his sweet physique,
His strong built arms,
His long neck.
I would have reached over to him
Held his carefully manicured fingers
Made a lock with my own
And told him he is handsome.