I found it hard to believe
he was an innocent young boy
because of the way he walked
toward me with a forward thrust of hips
that invited me to take part
in his joy of life.

He was unaware of his power,
his pride.
He was like a tiger cub,
swatting out with playful paw,
yet with no understanding
of the potential danger.

He was full of the pride of youth,
and the promise
of sensuality to come...
and yet,
hardly old enough
to grow a beard.

The group of boys with him
seemed young, and callow,
laughing and talking loudly
to be the center of attention.
But not Him!

His constantly searching eyes
roamed the crowded rodeo arena.
I couldn't see them very well
because of the low riding brim
of the hat he wore,
But his glance raked over me
with almost physical impact.

I walked on past him,
but I couldn't resist
a backward glance.
When I turned, I felt
his eyes again rake over
my face.

I felt as though I stood naked
before that searching glance,
and even at my advanced age,
I felt the blush that covered
my face!

Scarlett Treat

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