He Walked By

At first I didn't even notice him. His pace nor his stride. 

His scent is what captured me 

Sweat, hard work, some faint musky cologne 

It took my breath away... a pleasant sensation. 

Then I saw his face 

Strong jaw, determined expression 

Steel blue eyes that pierced everything he saw 

Male, female, adult, child 

His mere presence captured everyone around him 

Physical stature not overbearing 

Tight, muscled, confident, comfortable 

Unshaven, careless, carefree, captivating 

Angelic and pure....a vision beyond anything I have ever seen before 

His walk 

More of a swagger 

An arrogance really.  Enticing. 

Attitude in the demeanor 

I should have been offended and annoyed, put off by his abrasiveness. 

It was just the opposite sensation I expected coming from myself. 

Drawn as a moth to a glowing flame 

I wanted to touch the flame 

Feel its flicker 

Its intense heat, its ferociousness, its burn. 

To be suffocated by it....by him 

Embraced by his steely gaze as if nothing else ever mattered. 

His mere presence a live wire 

His electricity dangerous, dark, deadly and forever fatal 

Doesn't matter. 

Moth to a glowing flame. Let it corrupt me. 

He moves further away 

I admire everything he encompasses 

Determination, aggression, raw force, maleness 

To wrap myself in it as if comforting an old friend 

He is gone. Disappears from my sight. 

I stand alone 

Empty. Dazed. Lost. Confused 

My arousal fades 

Lust dissipates like melting snow on a warm winter's day 

I walk away content and alone in my thoughts.