Nadia

Fashionably late. The old and white nostalgia descends upon my door. Nervously- perhaps anti- cipation draws me like an artist struck by deja vu- I walk out to greet her and She greets me, her eyes of jade wasting little time to en- snare me into her rhythm of beauty, yes, her elegance is quintessential, her deep chestnut hair highlighted with streaks of golden sunshine which further enlighten her perfection- she is a prodigy of polished pulchritude, producing endlessly deserving praise from my lungs which takes my breath-- away. (Now deep inside) and out =resolve No hesitations- just almost barely short of air. I open her car door and lean forwards to say (hello) with closed lips The first kiss is a greeting, the second, a fair (hiatus) well;