Who Is She?
This woman in female form that consumes my every waking moment
Drives me to distraction balances my mind between coherence and border line
insanity
She is the embodiment of male fantasy the combination of evolving yet almost
reaching the absolute perfection that has resisted nature from the creation of
Adam and Eve.
The air she breathes sweeter than the finest honeysuckle scent drifting on the
breeze, the ground she glides on paved with falling rose petals as a gentle wind
clears her way.
Her very essence, her being, is enveloped in golden hew that moves through
space and time and leaves behind a light of a thousand candles that nothing can
extinguish.
Smiling with an effect that even the sharpest intake of breath has a struggle to
complete with all noise-abetted silence now ensues.
The mouths of all around gap open at the shear beauty that now visits individual
eyes.
I move forward now my time has come we claim what is rightfully ours
And merge together as one consciousness in a glow of eternal happiness
That no man can ever divide.
Copyright © Lloyd Walters | Year Posted 2007
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