Living Goddesses

you meet one
in a store or on a plane
it makes no difference where it's at
you praise her smooth tapered legs
or her eyes impenetrably beautiful, like those of  a cat
her too  sweet smile might brush you off
but you protest you're a connoiseur
you meant every word of that

sometimes a word, a touch
can make a woman blush
it's then you know you've made your mark
and hope she'll  hang with you for a merry lark

another woman might dazzle you with arcane wisdom
or take your breath away
as she beams a winning smile
upon one of your bad days

still another's charms are there for you to inventory
her soft caressing voice
the grace notes shading into lust
her ambient aura of alluring splendor
like Aphrodite herself
the way she turns her head
to look you in the eyes during some suspended answer
all these things which
make your senses spin like a crazy dancer

black or white, yellow or brown
it's paradise found when you find
a real Living Goddess

and to her you kneel down