Flawless
Her sexy stride
Graceful, like a swan on a lake,
Slowly, to show how calm she is,
Confident, to prove she is a real mare.
Her violet mane
Smooth and silky,
Luscious, curly locks that seem to give vibes of sweetness,
So beautifully styled,
And utterly flawless.
Her crystal blue eyes,
Strikingly bright,
Wide with joy,
Sparkling with creative ideas,
And so completely flawless.
Her lovely voice
Filled with generosity,
And care that seems to spill
From her gentle lips
Ever so flawlessly
Oh, how I imagine the taste of those delicate lips!
What would they taste like?
Freshly picked strawberries on a hot summer's day?
Apple pie right from the oven of Sweet Apple Acres?
Toffee covered apples made with love and care?
I think of the endless possibilities
As I walk into her shop.
Quickly, she notices me, turns around,
Smiles so pleasantly.
"Hello, my dear neighbor. Are you looking for something?"
She exclaims as she gallops over to me.
The faint smell of peaches overwhelms me,
I feel it difficult to stand.
"I… I… Came here to see you."
I stuttered out slowly,
Wondering and yelling at myself what I was doing.
I watch her pretty little lips curl upward even more so
Into a smile
And her pale white cheeks
Flush a light pink.
"Really? Whatever for?"
I am so nervous now,
I can't even control the words coming out of my mouth.
"To tell you I love you."
What am I doing?
"Oh my, I had no idea…"
I feel my insides start to churn as she looks away
And says
"I love you too."