She strode by, slowly sashaying hips
lean legs striding with purpose,
as hair bounces slightly-the tips
brushing shoulders.
But I see none of these lovely sights,
nor the ray of sun beaming in her eyes
- It is upon her smile my thoughts alight
Enchanting.
She stops ahead, filling glass
as drops of water trail down exposed wrist,
chest rising with inhaled breath- sass
hinted at with raised brow
And back she comes, smirk on her face
Growing into that full formed smile
that caused time to stop its pace-
But then she passed, and the world grew dim
