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A Story about Her

I sit silent and still, quietly celebrating, wanting and waiting.
Then she walks in, step-by-step, her body playing with her silhouette.
Stepping slowly with the grace of a dancer and the beauty of a sunset, my heart pounds and pauses with each smooth silky step she takes.
Her luscious, alluring lips, slightly parted, could tempt a siren from its deadly post.
Her invigorating eyes engulf the universe; I can see the cosmos, the stars, the Earth, me and her. Her beautiful brown hair, bathes in the light, bouncing with each effortless step she takes. Her succulent, slender silhouette taunts me as it gracefully glides through the room.
Her beautiful brown eyes, bellow her light lashes, blazes and burns into my soul.

She moves closer to her seat, her shrine, her carriage, as she sits my heart stops to enjoy the moment.
She sweetly sits, legs side-by-side, not too proper, but never rude, just perfect. Her warm welcoming hands rest reluctantly against her fantastic face, and accenting it with a kind, caring smile.

While in quiet conversation with her friends she laughs a lovely laugh that is more warming than a child’s.
Her perfectly placed white teeth shine with her saving smile that could move a man’s soul from purgatory into the heavens with the sweet sound of it, pure innocents and happiness.
Her voice is of an angel’s harp that surrounds my ear, elevating the hair on the back of my neck, and sending a warming shiver through my heart.
Everything about her is perfection, God’s greatest creation.
She is ambrosia; the sweet fruit of the Gods, all men want it. She is an addiction wrapped in silk, and smoothed over with beauty, and I need it.

Her eyes glance past mine and lock onto my heart, my eyes tried to turn away but it wasn’t their decision. My heart wanted to see the stars.

She slowly stands, sliding from her seat, eyes still locked, she glides closer and closer, my heart pounds faster and faster, she comes closer and closer.
Then she stops as does my heart, eyes still locked. Then she sheepishly smirks as I silently die.
Her mouth parts playfully.

Then she spits in my face, “Fuck you! You fucking asshole!”

this is life