At A Loss For Words

She looks directly beautiful
Standing proud, confident and alluring
All at once
So she should
With eyes, face, body and soul
Fit and feminine as curvacious perfection
Sure as the strike of a lightning bolt.

So is it any wonder at all
Walking tall, strong and bravely resolute
Here and now
Sure as the sun rises
I stride across the wide abode
Looking straight into her astounding gaze
I ask her if we might share this dance.

She takes my hand in hers
Leading me assured, smiling and alluring
All at once
So we do 
One pair of two eyes, arms and feet
Moving with passion and grace
As we leave the floor at a loss for words.

Copyright © 2018 Charles Edward York
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