My World Stopped

It was a blind date,
It was also,
Love at first sight,
The first time I saw you.

I glanced at you,
Entering the room,
The light from the door behind you,
Silhouetting you.

The sun behind you,
Though the open door,
Caused the red in your hair,
To glow a crimson cloud,
Around your face.

My glance,
Froze,
Became a stare.

My breathe caught in my throat.

My hands gripped the chair arms,
Until the wood seemed to groan,
As I push up from sitting,
Trying to stand.

My legs were so weak,
That as I rose to greet you,
I swayed,
Wobbly in the knees.

As you crossed the room,
Toward me,
The soft wiggle of your hips,
The gentle bounce of your breasts,
The flow of your hair on your shoulders,
Set my heart racing.

Standing there,
As you approached me,
My chest tightened,
My breathe quickened.

And then you smiled.

My world stopped.