I remember a girl

I remember a girl

She was beautiful.

She had that look I wanted to capture somewhere in my memory and keep safe. To bring to mind when the world is dark and against me. When I need to believe in something wonderful and pure.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

She had eyes to become lost in, cheekbones like sculpture, and a mouth that would be beyond paradise to kiss. Her hair shone lustrous and liquid. When she threw it back over her elegant, naked shoulders I caught my breath.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

She smiled at me as she danced. She was sensual and sexy, yet shy and uncertain. She moved with untutored natural grace, her body riding the rhythm. A paradise of curve and line.

I remember a girl

She was beautiful

But nowhere near

as lovely

as you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover