Just lunchtime nonsense....cause the damn girl is cool!


Can't walk by her side
Without feeling
A spotlight dancing
Stares drawn like
Moths to her fire
Golden braids snake
On rippling ebony flesh
Obsidian eyes
Pulling like gravity
Wide wild horizons
Curving to infinity
Her walk carves
The air into waves
Leaves a wake
In the oxygen that
Makes it hard to
Breathe.
Tall, made of
Infinite inseams
A highway of
Blue jeans
Lips you'd need
A paintbrush
To lipstick
Smile comes like
Heat lightning
Everyone included
In its path.
She manifests
Like celebrity and
Everyone thinks
They know her
And if not they
Should.
The crushing blow
The killing cut
Her lack of ego
Unwillingness to play
To what she'd easily
Own.
Just sweetness
In a Diva's coat
I'm taller cooler
Cleverer with her
Charm and suave
Banter punctuate
My gestures.
She cajoles from me
Every ounce of greatness.
For fuck's sake
I am James Bond
By her side!

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