The Perfect Romance

I saw her from the patio table of that beach restaurant,

she strolled so causally along the beach,

head facing the grains as if in contemplation,

her long blonde hair flowing in the breeze,

tanned skin hued in golden brown

accented her lemon yellow bikini.

 

The waves that stunned inside from the view

sent those powerful crashing strokes

through every inch of my body,

they nearly caused me to shiver

uncontrollably from that vision.

 

My mind swirled in a sauce

of dizzying thoughts,

flashes of incredible intense magnetism

riveted me with drunken sensations,

while I found it so hard to breathe

from watching her walk so slowly and barefoot

across the sands and leave her footprints

deep upon the beach in my heart.

 

Then she slipped into her car,

a small red convertible,

drove away while I sat paralyzed.

 

It is always today in the memory of that moment,

a few precious seconds

that never die no matter the passing of years.