standing in line

sometimes standing in line at the post office is a drag, but sometimes, well, you just gotta enjoy the chance to take a close look at another person

at first, I thought, hmmmm, nice enough, but I don't usually go for the camouflage pants, nor the sunglasses indoors
but, he had a nice trim beard, and while not much taller than me, was bigger, and real beefy in the pecs, as I stared at him longer.....
then I noticed his right arm was covered in tattoos, and it was a nice, firm, fuzzy arm, too. And as I looked more and more, I could see myself sleeping with him - and I mean sleeping - firm arms, wrapped around me, maybe "spoon style" sleeping, ya know?
anyway, looking back at his head, his beard was a beautiful shade of brown, looked perfect for petting, and then, through the sunglasses, our eyes met.... I don't think he wanted me to see him looking back, as he not-too-quickly looked away, but his eyes were soft, and gentle-looking......
then, the lips, I studied them non-chalantly, but they were extremely kissable... soft, slightly wet, still with me hours later....

and rather than being reminded how long it's been since I looked at someone quite that way, I was just really happy to still see those qualities in a stranger, and let myself go, wondering, hoping, smiling to myself........