____________ ____________She enters the room, heads turn, palms sweat, smiles form. The eloquence captures even the least interested. Her scent leaves a subtle yet rich memory of her. A stride overflowing with confidence, a richness inherited. From bottom to top, her clothes hug a body that speaks volumes. Curves that should be outlawed, legs that make walking a spectacle. Breast that turn grown men into babies and yearn for their adolescent years. A rhythm that carries the beat to hearts that race out of control. Eyes that pierce the outer casing, and reveal the truth that lies within. A smile to melt hearts, lift spirits, forget torment, envision bliss. Skin tone that cannot be placed into words… Sweet like molasses. Her crown falls with no direction yet with sincere precision. She enters the room, heads turn, palms sweat, smiles form. It is I she says.. pleasure to meet you... ©E.R.