She Walks

Moving gracely and bye
sound beautifuling
  pink flesh passion pulling
  walking me to the door
those footsteps beat with my heart,
    and I, no more,
  blinking helpless go along,
  eyes follow legs from the floor,
    softly hair blows
drapes my cheek and close my eyes,
    scent surprise
      a hint of flowers
    roses tangled effortlessly,
no need, a challengeless me,
  want to wrap,
  thrust shoulders back and peck,
    at that soft white neck,
    but for now,
I’d rather let her walk,