The Most Beautiful
A classic beauty was his luxury Buick Riviera,
the name of which would never have stayed with me but for the fact
it became a carriage that transported me into magic.
His kisses were smoother than the leather seats on which we embraced.
As I gazed into the eyes of the most beautiful face -
that night and even the name of his car -were seared into my brain.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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