Body language is everything.
She has this unique way about her in all her Inflections.
I see it in dialectic warmth how she enthralls me with that affection.
The flick of her hair, followed by that light sway of her hips rends my physique.
Lost in my sudden primal call, her scent makes me hot with freak.
I critique my style, do I have enough wiles to woo her?
She is one step ahead, knows what in my head, I'm no entrepreneur.
Timing is everything, lost in fantasizing; there is no way of denying my wanting.
I crash through Grocery aisles, praying we would get home under heavens awning.
Surveying her plunder, our craft soon sets sail for homeports wonder.
Dinner is served, a glowing firelight, then infinite thunder.
I bask on heavenly shores, wondering how a man like me, got so lucky inside.
An angelic being, blinding to behold; ravished my willing soul, and became my bride.