I saw the signs
& knew she was my kind of lady.
There were bright venetian beads
hung around her slender neck,
she wore faded torn Levi's
& a light cotton top,
a bit see-through.

On her mahogany dresser
was a used
elegant bottle
of Aqua di Gioia,
right next
to the Tiffany lamp
depicting large dragonflies.

The black light above her bed
was a bit odd,
but not the Kama Sutra picture
just below it,
it peeked my interest.

Her cozy bricked-kitchen
had the aroma
of nutmeg and brown sugar
with a hint of saffron.
The selection of wines
not too extravagant,
the French Bordeaux
caught my eye.

The Chinese dragon
wrapped
around her ankle
was an inkling
of her mysteriousness,
her speech repertoire
was impressive,
her diction eloquent,
a real genius.

And her eyes blazed
hues I've never seen,
a gaze that melted me
dead in my tracks,
it was breathtaking,
radiant beyond
any word-description.

I will forever be awestruck.