The Very First Moment I Saw You

You were young and filled with the same captivating energy and wit that you carry around in that elegant but sexy little purse of yours to this day;

I think your smile enslaved me into this intoxicating trance;

I think it’s the width combined with the warmth;

Like an inviting bubble bath inside the fertile crescent of Kush floating through the molecules of air;

My hormones exploded with an inquisitive rush of fever;

The candlelight in your eyes communicated with my heart with the intrigue of an African killer bee moving into the stigma of your head;

The increase in the blood flow instantly moved me into the flame surrounding your ornamental expression;

Who or What is this creature?

This beautiful thing that just suddenly appeared from nowhere now occupies those areas that drive the manhood of my mind wild;

I wasn’t prepared for this type of stimulation;

I was moving about in my day with the routine of my business and just like that, a magician pulls a bouquet from his sleeve;

Standing there looking for the source of this thunderbolt hitting my heart;

I searched for the dialog of a gentleman’s courtesy to tie the favor of this image being sketched before my very eyes;

Where am I? Have I stumbled upon Utopia?

The lines of this beautiful specimen creates a baroque of mysterious style, I just got to taste it!

Who is the artist responsible for creating this image that blossoms before me?

I would love to meet Him one day;

I begin to see the colors form inside her lines;

But just as fast as the image appeared she suddenly became faint and then,

POOF

My vision was gone,

At the same time a Cherubim sitting in the corner began to sing;

This Angel sang sweet melodies of passion igniting my chariot which began to go ablaze as I galloped towards her scented Kush;

And there she lay looking at me with chocolate kisses in her eyes with the body of her nineteen year old innocence;

At the time, I couldn’t appreciate much of her half drawn frame;

I guess the Artist hadn’t completed His masterpiece but I could see the potential;

So, the Billy Dee in me reached out for her hand, I laughed inside at the ingenious of this little woman at work;

She must have planned this every step of the way;

So, I flirted with the display of fireworks shooting my heart and whispered in my Billy Dee voice,

Are You Alright?

There’s that smile again and now I’m close enough to see the lines drawn in caramel on her lips, UMMMMMMMMMMM

I can taste the sweets in the bliss of her treats;

I close my eyes so I can visualize her beautiful smile in my mind, for future use;

I quietly slipped her my number on her way up;

I wonder if I’ll ever see her again;

About a week later the telephone rings, hello, who’s this?

Yeah, you’re the flower that loves to talk just as much as I love to listen

Troy Balkum©