zebra like

 
...zebra like,
wind swept hair, it was,
masking her beauty
yet as the lens griped the pose,
she...provided wonder
her sexuality
mystifying
as the eyes stare
...zebra like
masking her thoughts
how you always provide me wonder.
is it,
the stare,
the look or the gaze
that flirts within my mind's maze.
the fullness of your eyes
giving me to a trance...
hypnotic...
as the rhythm goes...
wind swept hair so it moves
as it falls across her breast.