I see her, walking
sunlight kisses her bare skin
Her skirt, made of silk and dreams
brushes the back of her thighs
skimming and sliding over her.
Her hair falls in a cascade
of opposing angles and curves
it catches the light
and moves it inside.
Hips that swerve and sway
hypnotize and entrance me
I begin to feel a familiar thing
deep in the bottom of my gut
and I imagine what
she feels like on my fingers
how soft she would make
my hands feel.
I watch her and take her in
my hips moving with hers
my hair falling in waves.