her portrait (what i imagine)

she stands
there, fresh
and directly
in front
of me,
 
i look
straight
into her
dark crescent  
eyes,
her smile
waiting,
 
that charcoal
sweater
strained
vigorously,
highlighting
the swell
of
her breast,
 
her short
skirt
placed well
on  
curvy hips,
everything
combined,
emphasizing
her body
well,

i leaned
in close,  
her perfume
surrounded me,
bringing  
me back
to reality,
 
i tore
my eyes
away from
temptation,
grabbing
my paint,
i tried
to explain
her beauty
to the canvas.