She danced by, innocence, youth and beauty,
To music played only in her head,
Tall and sweet smiling mysteriously,
Perfection, eyes of green, hair of red
She passed him, whispering, said a few words
Surprising, and completely sexy
He stared, smiled, surprised, had he really heard?
Then laughed at impossibility.
It was odd, he didn’t know what to do,
She turned slightly, he stared at her lips
Froze in fear, uncertain, but he heard true
Then his eyes drifted down, grazed her hips,
Deep red lips matched her toenails and red dress,
Focused now safely on open shoe,
While he wondered just how not to obsess
How could her feet be beautiful too?
He couldn’t help blushing at what she said,
Or ever get her image from his head.