Beautiful Woman

Beautiful woman,
you stir my soul;
I struggle
to recollect
my role.

All the while
I think of you;
I see your face
and the things you do;
hear your voice brushing against
my ear.

Emotional eyes
fighting tears of fear.

In the heat that
passion brings
on the wings of
sexy things;
in the aisle where
drinks are stored
straining against the glass that's
poured.

The gift,
the glow,
that
lover's share.

Begins again
with every stare.
Magic made fresh
by mutual decree.

Beautiful woman...
I best let you be!