Legs crossed, demure
Sandals, strapped well
Won't come off, but
If they might,
It would hanging, playing
Gently shaking, unconsciously
Held by toes, a highly arched foot
The dress is long, fitting well
Huggy on the hips, in the waist
Showing little skin, but proudly
All the curves
Angelic
Her skin glows, like a panther
She walks, not a stride but sure
She holds her purse, her lifeline
Under one arm as she checks her phone
She pauses, thumbs come alive
Fingers strike, quick, striking, tapping
Almost a tattoo, string music
Then she walks again
The dress has colors
I don't see, all I see is lines
Curves, beauty, in stride
Appreciation of motion
She is the embodiment of everything
From one side of passion
To its extreme, like a storm
Elemental, her nature
Set to a piano's sound
Matching her walk
And her thoughts
Some might say I love her
But it's a perfect word
Too short, too simple
But any other wouldn't be right
It's no mistake being what it is
She is wearing her hair up
A ravens nest, each hair in place
Her slender, perfect neck, ****
Shoulders sway, arms too
Not a busy body, but confident
Something she doesn't, can't see
She's too close to see clear
But it's everything about her
Unconsciously, she shows
Her true self
Everyone who sees
Falls in love