Splendid radiance like sunlight spilling through an
unshaded window.

Each step she takes across an open room, a well
ordered calamity. Tornadic expressions crying for
release.

Those alabaster calves arching towards the moon,
shimmering limbs extending into a faintly familiar
curvature. Shear turbidity.

Watching this from a lonely corner, my eyes mimic
each fluent stride. Such lascivious thoughts race
through my mind.

Who are you goddess? Why does each angelic
motion sear into my soul.

Are you something special?

Instant desire suppressing lustful indignation,
lament for youth long past.

Seething eyes brighten as a lecherous mind
persuades you to speak.

Watch her, glide gently from sight. Sultry siren
evading each slathering gaze.

Unobtrusively smiling at the futile attempts she
endures.

Prophetic orators endeavoring to glamorize
themselves. Unwilling to refute their own worth.

Something special indeed, refined alluring
messenger of profound beauty.

We suitors beckoning for attention graciously
bestow our gratitude for your perpetual patience.

Forgive our contemptuous jealousies and ill-
mannered behavior when plunged amidst
something as special as you.

Forlorn wonder guiding uncertain paths. We
presume in boisterous voices crying beauty
shall be honored and worshiped.

Adjunctive opinions splayed across sacrifical
alters repealed practical rituals of placing her
upon a pedestal. Where beauty ounce eluded
to greatness.

As she exits, glancing over her shoulder, I for a
moment thought she smiled slightly and peered
into my eyes. As if to convey her appreciation
for some resemblance of normalcy endowed
by me.

If she only knew...............