What started out
as this backwards look or glance
the girl turned to inspect
the room full of strangers.
It didn’t take much
to take particular notice
the girl had a certain look
with eyes all dreamy
meant she’d soon be in love.
Love stopped all rational thought.
Stuck now, with her in mind
over and again
these first time chances
don’t come all that often.
Who would of imagined
the girl was a champion lover,
this perfect little start
so beautifully buried in my mind.
Her strength, it is in her knowing
the balance between the give and take
the transition between need to want.
She and her instincts, always there
laying lasting hands all over the surface
soothing our common flaws.
These are our sensitive desires
giving flawlessly to all other demands.
She doesn’t mind playing, in fact,
she performs with a hint of seduction.
The girl and her amazing charms
always there as a blessed reminder
she draws you in to watch
the way her hips move and sway
against the envious eyes of the others.
There is this wall closed-in around her,
she wants just one in there
to help set up and guard
the shimmering temple doors.
Good news, she’s ready for us to hear
the playlist that marks her mood.
She’s offering up the hours
so time can start to count,
this night is permanently marked
impossible now, to remove her
from all working memory.
She’s the trigger mark
to this heavily guarded gun of hers.
To pray at her favorite altar
folded hands in a favorable position,
hands, that ask for a single season.
We beg and still, she listens,
quietly keeping her cryptic answers
strictly to this beautiful whisper.
Accidental glances are all over her
eyes fall in and out of favor
and with perfect timing
her mouth asks to be kissed.
She wants more of the attention now,
inching closer with an invitation
her perfume has this affect
that permanently stamps memory
effectively rendering her
the one and only
from this moment forward.
Thank you for always coming to read. You are loved
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Beautiful just beautiful as always
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