He walked into the club and there she stood
Her back to him beauty etched in every inch
A portrait to be painted
A song to be harmonized
Poetry of loveliness
His emotions he tried to conceal
Never before had he witness such sensuality
All he wanted to do was touch her
To see if she was real
He imagined his hands on her body
Lips tasting the sweetness of her core
Fantasies danced before his eyes
Becoming bold he took a step towards her
Started to reach a hand out to touch her
His vision of exquisiteness
Utopia standing there for him
To possess
With a change of mind he let his
Hand fall back to his side
Fearing he wasn't worthy of this goddess
He turned and walked away
Never seeing her face
But the portrait of her
Always remained in his mind
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