Did she notice, when she walked down into my eyes that my sight stole my voice? To return in stuttered, half compliments of flitting words. too flimsy to hold the heart.
Did she notice my staring gaze, my eyes, casting timid glances while I searched myself for eloquent words to tell her my knees were weak, and my heart was beating with good dishonourable intentions.
Wrapped in midnight and pink hued sunset horizons. Hiding some and alluding to others, the woman curved beneath the clothes.
Her hair up, in golden silk curls to celebrate tonight with full passioned lips smacking of sultry invitations, and drowning deep sea eyes. Sporting a breathless smile and black heels. While I feel so ordinary and tedious, dressed in my fine suit and matching offsets.
She takes my hand so everyone can see that she is mine. And now I am alive.
How beautifully she shines; beyond the limit of the eyes to the scope of the heart and the extent of the soul, that see in different dimensions than sights' perception can go. To unmask the splendor behind the face.
For this is what pulls the strings of my surrendering; A man and clothes may make each other, but a woman will make him feel it.