She has a way about her walk,
Leaves a mark on the ground she walks,
The sound of her strides causes stares
The sight of her legs weakens knees…
She is but an angel in red heels!
She has a way with her words,
Commands attention when she speaks,
With seductive lips in a red lipstick,
A smile that brightens a dull day –
The sound of her voice could induce sleep…
She is but the sound of the heavens!
She has a way with making a statement,
A way of announcing her arrival:
Enters the room and silence becomes loud,
She just gets eyes wet and tongues frozen
Her tight body wraps-up her dress well
She’s made by the hand that touched the sun,
She shines bright through the night,
She smiles all over her body, through her waist…
She is but the girl of my dreams!
Poetry in Motion™!