Broken stride halted by solitary beauty
She was standing in a crowd so quietly unassuming
You can’t hide beauty so glaringly obvious behind pretentious contemporaries
There was strength in her posing
and tenderness in her velvet feel
Coloring delicately solely for me
I forgot what I was doing, holding, going to do because she was all that mattered in that moment.
I held her, breathing deeply of her sweet perfume, intoxicated with sensual need
Marking me with her beauty my hands left bruises where hands expressed need
Whisking her away I will watch her wilt and fade confined in my view
A private viewing of her demise and she’ll love it.
Her only need in this limited life to make me smile