Allowed to cross your path

Portland OR

Description

You have long hair the color of the sunset and allowed me to cross your path. As I made my way I couldn’t help but to look your way (twice) Your smile was sweet at first glance, bigger and even more lovely the second. I watched you turn right and drive away, hoping to see your brake lights and you whip around. I took notice of the make and color of your ride. Tell me about it and something you noticed about me. Wondering if you would like to cross paths again?