Me, She, and the Garden

eye contact across a crowded room she smiles knowingly, enjoying my attention I step unto the terrace illuminated by the moon silverish glow and velvet pitch in contention the garden below; perfect seclusion a winding path leading into infinite sable her scent engulfs me, a prelude to her anticipated intrusion raven tresses adorn the princess of my fable skin... the softest mahogany, lips of peach her eyes... windows to heavens gate heights I've yearned to attain are now within reach her hand touches mine, our lips brush as if it's fate higher than the constellation of Orion Gemini lovers dance across the sky "I've waited my whole life for this, Brian" she whispers has the stars twinkle by