Speaking My Language (in silence)

Fluidly.  Fluently.

Talking sweetly, seductively,
and only to me
She speaks my language with a fluid, silent fluency

With each step that she takes
She calls out to me in a way that no one else can hear

Within the flow of her stride, there's an unbroken rhythm of communication to me

A private communion between her walk and my eyes
With no hesitation, no miscue
Or fumbling search for the right word or phrase
 
With her captivating motion
she talks to me
Passes her wish and intent
from her heart to my soul

As she glides thru the room She moves swiftly thru my mind
Moving smoothly from place to place like the blood racing thru my veins

Coming gradually into my sight Like the rising of the tide upon beach sands
Barely noticed in its approach Yet undeniable upon arrival
Filling once empty mental vistas with images of her

In elegant motion
And at regal rest

Her simple sashay a delicious, walking witchcraft
speaking softly to that place in my soul which seems designed to seek her presence
And preserve memories of her

Each new time I see her adds itself to the time before
An ever-growing collection of the spells cast by the bewitching of her walk

For when she walks fluidly by And fluently speaks my heart's language
I hear all she has said before and remember it anew

And
As these moments combine I'm recharged
Energized with anticipation
And earnestly looking forward to more



This one is for this all of us who are spellbound by a gorgeous woman who we see on a regular basis, but ain't quite brave enough to approach