Her lips are red, red like traffic lights asking to stop, stare and wait...

Whilst her lips stunned me, her eyes hit me like lightning,
Such grace, such beauty!
I wanted to just stand there and admire...

I had written a hundred love poems to her in an instant, initially lust, then admiration, slowly turning to worship...

Wait, wait.
There is more.
She spoke, her lips moving, her eyes dancing about,
Her voice was like a flute playing across plains, asking the cattle to come home.
I was mesmerised a little more.

She had to laugh, laugh like a five year old, to hold me in trance for just a little more.

There was so much more to know, eternities to find out more...