That first minute,
I knew.
As soon as she looked
My way. Her eyes,
The way the sunlight
Sparkled in them.
She touched her hair.
Its called grooming.
She ran her hand through her
Curls.
The corners of her mouth
Turned up.
I saw her nostrils flare.
This man woman stuff
Is almost ferile,
Animalistic, basic.
My senses sparked
Picking up every clue.
Over her shoulder
The sun peaked over
El Dorado. The waves crested
On matador beaches.
I took my sombrero off
Hoisted it in the air.
Clicked my boot heels
Together.
She was mine. We made
Forever
Kinds of love.
Not just ***
But roaring
Fires of volcano
Always glowing
Flamed
Kind of love.
Flowing
Now.