of her beauty
what it
does to me
bringing me her
femininity -
her grace -
spring buds of
love.
Her hair the colours
of corn fields
flowing
like a river
shaping her pretty face
a gilt
frame - those
brown eyes
just a hint of
sultry
desire.
She brings me
Strawberry afternoons
where the Sun kisses
our skin
as we lay in the
arms of each
other.
She brings me
old love songs
with new
meaning -
the
rich promise of
tomorrow’s
nirvana.
She’s unaware of
her glamour her
style her elegance-
her
felicity.
and me?
I sit in
the cobwebs of
my dark afternoon
and watch her -
observe her
in my
mind.
And we’re
dancing – in her
warm - sultry
enchantedness
we embrace as
she smiles and turns
my insides to
custard.
She’s blind to
my love as
another day slips
over another
empty horizon
yet - she sings to me
in her smile
in her
movement
in her aura -
in this
her
dreamy
seduction.
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