The Midnight Love Express...Thoughts by Jamil Shawwa

She looked at him, raised her head with her hair covering part of her captivating eyes and said innocently or seemingly innocently... did you call on me, are you looking for me, I thought that I heard your voice.





He just looked back, he was looking all along, but pretending that he was busy doing something, he looked left and right up and down trying to escape but there is no way, he knows that he is powerless even if he tries,






She was still looking at him; and in what seemingly innocent eyes and in what seemingly innocent looks, lies beneath the ultimate female manipulation, the ultimate female naughtiness and the ultimate female heaven.






He cannot say one thing, he cannot open his mouth and he cannot tell her anything, he only owns one part of this conversation, he owns his part, or he thinks he does, he owns his ability to look and suffer in silence.










Her looks are those of the discoverer and the explorer and his are those of the hopelessly and forever romantic coming out of a Romeo and Juliette novel.