Woman!

She is woman! Trapped in a lapse of time, her gaze is a memory etched into my mind at first sight. In that first sight her eyes seemed to be in communication with my soul. Time slowed down to a point of where I was reciting my approach to her, to my heart beat. To my heart beat. At a steady pace I began to proceed. To the beat. Words came rushing in like a rush hour, stampeding in circles, my cerebral in awe. To the beat. I was jay walking without a need to look left or to the right. My mind in tunnel thoughts to the woman in my view. In sweet solitude, she was sunbathing in the aura of her elegance. Flawless she seemed with skin like golden sand, lips scarlet like the blood in my veins. Pulsating. The beat pacing. I'm subconsciously racing. She is a master piece. Sweet to the eyes and a hazard to the mind. And other than choosing to abide with my conciseness switching sides saying yes, no, don't go...yet. My rhythm broken. By the glare in her eyes as I was toe to toe with an illusion... Cause it couldn't be...such a wonderous creation... It had to be a dream. She had to be a figment of my imagination. Someone pinch me! My hearts about to jump out my chest, the forces of attraction being unbound in such complexities. That it couldn't be... Eye to eye we were, two black dots on a white page, secluded from the world. Her flowery yellow dress resting on her frame, giving up only to, her hourglass glory. Her curvature was exceptional. Like her attitude... In accordance with the mood, noticing my obvious cover for my nervousness. In a split sec, her smile was and is the rest. Woman, my never-ending odyssey.